The three pillars

 

 Where is the origin of a wood? There ins't anything like a first sprout to remember nor a primordial leaf among the greenery.

Throughout my existence the opportunity to contemplate the blooming art and science in this wood of mine came as a scent, one I've been guided to persue by some of the wisest and generous masters around me. And so skills and gifts blend in each shimmering flower's petal, balancing light and form.Winds in the forest are those of  trascendental enjoyment as art is a giggling fairy of green breeze. Though Freedom granted me to them to roam at will, once in a while when even trees turn their arms to the call, they all reunite at The Three Pillars. 

In the Northeast, the Oldest Pillar danced its fantastic wisdom to my awe, as the sweet ambrace of the Southwest Pillar, the laurel wooden one, floated from across. Midway and towards the Northwest stand the third one, reflecting a metalic silhouette when I stare.

 

Those are the three pillars of my persona, everything that lies upon them has asked for their permission.

 

A return to the core just to expand far beyond the limits...