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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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Really appreciated the eagle soaring through the alps video. I have been nearly transfixed on more than one occasion watching birds riding the thermals. Something pure and honest witnessing an animal simply doing what it’s designed to do. Beauty is ubiquitous, yet seemingly it is only the vile and crude that is granted attention.
“Beauty is ubiquitous, yet seemingly it is only the vile and crude that is granted attention.”
Just so and I am always mystified by this era’s fascination for the vile.
The eagle was very cool indeed.
Watching the second video (and wondering why the girl was yelling?), I was reminded that the earliest use of stop-motion photography was to figure out what horses do with their feet when they run.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eadweard_Muybridge#Stanford_and_horse_gaits
The eagle video is wonderful, but methinks the eagle sees and perceives far more than do we with our particular vision and perception, “riding” on the eagle’s back as it were. Now if we were able to “merge” with the eagle a la Carlos Castaneda and the crow…
+10 for that eagle video, really cool!