My mountaineering experiences - verse for a ponder.

[Emma]

climb, climb up we go,
Step by step, nook by nook.
Slipping and stumbling still we go,
higher and higher,
Towards the clouds, in the clouds,
every breath and every step, moving foward and up
take a peek over the edge,
hang on tight, to the ledge.
Above the clouds the sun is shining,
take a rest, see the veiw
watch the world go on through.
Eagles soar, hunting food
down they dive fast and free
below the clouds the floor you cant see.

Climb, climb higher and higher
the wind is fresh,and we are free,
Listen to the world in harmony,
Nothing to fight and nothing to gain,
Up we go higher,
All is one, the pounding heartbeat
and hardened breath,
every strain on ur breast.
Beyond the clouds is a world free from pressure,
living only for the thrill of going further,
Everything fits and nothing is wasted,
weather rough or cold,
peace is pure and white,
bearing only a single pair of tracks,
marking virgin snow.

Climb, climb beyond the clouds,
Take not a wrong step or turn,
for where snowline ends,
there meets a long fall,
through the clouds, to the ground you cant see.
There where Eagles dare
cling to life and limb,
for tomorrow may not bring,
That same finality of being,
Up in the clouds amongst the stars,
climbing higher and higher
beyond the opportunisitc world below.
Fighting not against nature,
For harmony flows between all its winds.

Climb, climb up we go,
higher and higher beyond the clouds,
where trifles and worries disappear,
and freedom reigns forevermore,
Eagles soar and buzzards fly,
Nothing to gain and nothing to fight for,
harmony marks your every move,
stray but a little and fight for more,
A battle ensues that you cannot win.
So find your hold and place your feet,
til time dictates to bring you back,
to fight and fumble in the world below,
leaving only tracks across the virgin snow.

[Emma]

Thank you, and yes it is a beautiful thing to climb into the silence and harmony above the clouds leaving the troubled world below. Its also one of the hardest things to put into words and a bigger challenge than climbing safely accross ridges and peaks.

[Modgala Duguid]

This is so beautiful, reminds me of being at the top of the mountain in scotland preparing to ski down the deserted piste, the fences protecting us against the sharp drops crusted with layers of ice, wind carved into fantastic sculptures. Silence....