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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Awwwwww. GREAT way to start my day! THANKS
We need now more than ever the lovely things. Thank you
It’s 56 degrees, sun is shining, the breeze is cool, so me and my mutt Shannon sat on the park bench in the sun for a spell, grabbing up all the vitamin D we could. Since 1984 we’ve had at least 1 mutt continuously and can’t imagine how life would be with out one. A good and constant friend. She doesn’t like it though when I hit a 12th fret B pinch harmonic. Most strange.
That’s one sweet looking ol’ dog. Has the demeanor of my 15 year old girl, Elsa.
WOOF!!!
If you dare you can get your own Kalimba right here:
https://www.amazon.com/Kalimba-builts-high-performance-protective-instruction/dp/B079JJZXJ4/ref=psdc_11972441_t2_B07MQDXKTY
And if you have whale sized ballz grab up this “plug-n-play” version, run it through a flanger into a Marshall double stack and kill the neighborhood:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07C7RYQM2/?coliid=I2DR6OERCGNW0W&colid=10N25HETGLEDX&psc=1&ref_=lv_ov_lig_dp_it
If you are still in need of some more wonderful stuff, try out the Bird Song from female folk trio “The “Wailing Jennys”. It starts out beautiful (@1:09) and builds to a climax in the third stanza when the three women sing a round (ie, like Three Blind Mice)
The third stanza is jaw dropping .. you’ll see
Criminy, forgot to link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgIB6XVoI8U
That was good; Callmelennie. Thanks.