Striding edge (Helvellyn)

Striding boldly out,
a distant summit
that awaits benign
at the horizons edge.

On the stegosaurus back
we dance and flit,
buffeted by fortunes wind
in the half light of cloud low.

Sheer precipices of the past
falling away to our left,
vast unknowns of the future
dropping off to the right.

Where survival dictates,
each man’s life
now unceremoniously reduced
to one scrambled step,
one at a time.

While each beings’s soul,
from heavy thought now free,
may begin to relax,
expanding joyously
into a deeper beyond.

(Poem taken from Go Gently into the Day)

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