Free the Living, Riff
Edge Mugga, Copyright January 20th, 1990
Ascension to Climber’s Edge
A Riff on the Value of Communion
No altruist can wear my soul by ruse
Saying we not I meaning me their prey
False giving virtue rends the worlds they use
Reasoning I hold taught as their spirits fray
I will to survive false love’s feigned relief
Of lines so frail they make dependency dear
Not tending from holds of crumbling true belief
I ascend to an edge swinging finally clear
In rising unmoved like the stone I climb
On moral fiber that by necessity touches all
Seeing other wills tend my way in time
I go higher taking care not to fall
My life affirming actions make me well defined
With the nature of existence my only plea
This mountain has a purpose I have divined
Letting reason be it sets the living free
admin @ February 28, 2009
I enjoyed reading about your hike. I too hiked to the ’stump’ of The Old Man of the Mountain. It was tough to get to. I look forward to reading about your second expedition. Check out a web page I made about my two hikes to the Old Man of the Mountain.
Steve
http://home.comcast.net/~srdots/old_man_of_the_mountain.htm
Looking forward to reading the rest of your expeditions to the Old Man of the Mountain.
Steve
http://home.comcast.net/~srdots/old_man_of_the_mountain.htm