what if the mind
is only but a carving tool
and recognition is the lifetime apprentice?
where all of awareness gathered
is but a block of wood.
oh what wood that could become.
what of the carving skills
of mindful thought,
that speech would come to demonstrate?
what shape and form is realized
from the object of intent.
for recognition audiences itself,
while I watch for the subtle dance
between the tool and the hand of usage.
I watch for the precision, the mood,
and the hidden romance.
even the contact as embrace,
between topic and subsequent word,
between thought then as the touch,
the syntax action of pressure and release,
and the groundedness,
accepting linearity's approach.
for me to feel
for where breathlessness occurs,
as the intimacies are exchanged,
between the palm and the handle,
as surface to surface in deed,
the pressures exchanged
and the respect of the touches of light,
the cuts and the digs
in the pronouncement of words,
where substance has had
this language applied,
as addressed for observation,
this is where the essence
of quintessential beauty
comes from the genius work
of the deef, the blind,
and those that are numb to touch.
but as they are ultimately
the creative genius of being.
everything that they do
and have done
is aura induced with their presence.
whatever they have done
is a living testament of their being
and did not give up its interactive life
to be an object just identified.
their art remains nameless and faceless
until recognition is in need
of their presence as response.
and then and only then,
the work of their art
is in its ability to meet its audience
where its audience is
in its deepest need . . .
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