Whispers in the night, even in the day

call, challenge, even drive.

Concepts blown on the wind,

images form and reform,

until one dominates the view

The shape resolves, whispering

“find THE wood”

“It calls, waiting for you.”

Search with care...and listen,

listen for the voice…”I am the one”

Wood in hand, listening,

pen sketching, slowly at first.

“line here, not there.”

Objecting, listening, communing,

pen glides with a compromise

Conversations with tool,

with wood,

with image,

with heart,

result in magic - image revealed in wood

No simple revelation is it.

Informed by wood,

guided by heart,

and shaped by tools

Conversation of spirits, magic reveals