I have a friend who
That he blissfully calls
Are what I used to call
Those ever so gentle weekend retreats
I have enjoyed attending and
For which I seem to have nothing
To show in spite of the bravado
With which I shared my experiences
From each one.)
I think most people would
Call them something else.
Something like “thrill-seeking”
He likes going to the edge.
His workouts are death-defying.
His hobbies? Skydiving and cliff-diving.
His idea of a fun evening?
Walking blindfolded and
Barefoot through a
Forest he’s never seen.
There was a time that I thought
He was crazy.
Now? I think he’s that much better off
Living his life with such abandon.
Is it really better to live my life
So carefully within the parameters
Set by fear? I am beginning to think:
What if the mountaintop experience
My life calls for is not so gentle
~ spontaneously improvised by Stan Stewart
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2 thoughts on “Poem: Mountaintop Experience”
Moderation in all things. So the wise man says.
Moderation in wisdom?
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