Nov 2011
The Telling
El Capitan I stop place my fingers my whole being into the cracks created by a millennium oh towering
Cathedral of grandeur your massive weight you feel brooding thoughts being drawn out we draw back in
Caution we project Lincoln and Jefferson as guides to stand in such awed regions by their towering
Intellects we slip unknown covered by their shadows it gives us formidable tactical advantage and heart
To extract principles while we are wounded by the enormity of a challenge but in such roots these
Cracks Start a learning curve within us we see ancient thinker’s scholars and monks who prodigiously
Created and safe guarded human thought which would become the building blocks for our mastery of
Our time in lost friend when writing about a great oak being lost in a storm I wrote its shade was the
Bewitching kind now I feel even more loss the conventional thinking easily stretched and snapped to
Touch its face these lines of great depth are reminiscent of Lincoln’s face a virtual mapping of the nation
And its woes as it endured immeasurable trials a civil war would tell its future good or bad how many
Trials of wind and rain and the beating sun have you endured ole El Capitan but that is the essence of
Your magnetic drawing power combined with your great size you have the image of the colossal
Centralized whoever you are come you will be enlarged you will have a fore taste of what genius
Feels like in the ideal of Georgia O Keefe with canvas and paint and brush she transformed and changed the desert
From a place of stark disturbing images into noble treasure tinged with glory if you can take a dead
Steer’s skeletal skull and carry it to sublime heights that is genius and by touching a broken rock face and
Letting it enter your inner being let it surge convulse straining your comprehension you will know
Elemental change not easily defined but altogether enthralling your center has shifted from a puny
Distracted out look to the marvelous possibilities of your world to the doubters and skeptics rocks are
Dead and lifeless the greatest of all who ever stands alone this supreme genius that created all things said if you don’t worship
Then the rocks will cry out there is going to be another cry very soon the unrest the groaning of the rocks
Are telling it is at the door human kind will cry to the rocks fall on me and hide me from the Holy one but
No place will be found the hiding and delivery of immortal souls was once found its horror was displayed on a wooden
Cross where the Holy lamb was slain for lost mankind now it is withdrawn all those left now will will pay a much more terrifying price
El Capitan I stop place my fingers my whole being into the cracks created by a millennium oh towering
Cathedral of grandeur your massive weight you feel brooding thoughts being drawn out we draw back in
Caution we project Lincoln and Jefferson as guides to stand in such awed regions by their towering
Intellects we slip unknown covered by their shadows it gives us formidable tactical advantage and heart
To extract principles while we are wounded by the enormity of a challenge but in such roots these
Cracks Start a learning curve within us we see ancient thinker’s scholars and monks who prodigiously
Created and safe guarded human thought which would become the building blocks for our mastery of
Our time in lost friend when writing about a great oak being lost in a storm I wrote its shade was the
Bewitching kind now I feel even more loss the conventional thinking easily stretched and snapped to
Touch its face these lines of great depth are reminiscent of Lincoln’s face a virtual mapping of the nation
And its woes as it endured immeasurable trials a civil war would tell its future good or bad how many
Trials of wind and rain and the beating sun have you endured ole El Capitan but that is the essence of
Your magnetic drawing power combined with your great size you have the image of the colossal
Centralized whoever you are come you will be enlarged you will have a fore taste of what genius
Feels like in the ideal of Georgia O Keefe with canvas and paint and brush she transformed and changed the desert
From a place of stark disturbing images into noble treasure tinged with glory if you can take a dead
Steer’s skeletal skull and carry it to sublime heights that is genius and by touching a broken rock face and
Letting it enter your inner being let it surge convulse straining your comprehension you will know
Elemental change not easily defined but altogether enthralling your center has shifted from a puny
Distracted out look to the marvelous possibilities of your world to the doubters and skeptics rocks are
Dead and lifeless the greatest of all who ever stands alone this supreme genius that created all things said if you don’t worship
Then the rocks will cry out there is going to be another cry very soon the unrest the groaning of the rocks
Are telling it is at the door human kind will cry to the rocks fall on me and hide me from the Holy one but
No place will be found the hiding and delivery of immortal souls was once found its horror was displayed on a wooden
Cross where the Holy lamb was slain for lost mankind now it is withdrawn all those left now will will pay a much more terrifying price
