For some time now, a certain idea has captured my mind ... one of
"hidden things" and the mystery they evoke inside me. I am encouraged
to wonder and to explore, to consider and to search. And it's as if I am
being beckoned.
Floorboards
Under floorboards some things lie
Messages, secrets, old replies
Hidden in darkness yet full of light
Things unknown are yours to find
This interest has progressed beyond surface level romanticism's enticed
by the big screen of hollywood and its stories. It's produced a deep curiosity in me towards adventure and the longing for something
real, which has been strengthened by the reality of my own
existence. I'm realizing that there's something far greater going
on here ... and more true.
An invitation is being set forth - a treasure map of sorts - and rumors of its existence are circulating. It's said that secrets are being disclosed and the treasure, well, it's from some other place - another world, maybe. I've even heard murmurs suggesting that you need a new pair of eyes to see with before you can venture too far - something about catching glimpses of things unseen with our eyes. I don't really know too much. But whatever these things are, and whatever this place is, I'm eager to find out. And I guess the clues are everywhere ...
Imagine a letter in an attic somewhere that was never found. Or a message under some floorboards waiting to be discovered. A message with the answers to our questions.
Looking under rocks, down holes, and in crevasses.
Happy Birthday, blog ...
"Floorboards" is a poem written by Brandon Salisbury on March 5, 2014
"Floorboards" is a poem written by Brandon Salisbury on March 5, 2014
