Hers was the smile
Of a mother in thrall
For her child’s joy
Though her eyes gave way
To the mother’s worry
For the inherent risk of play
Tag: risk
Possibilities
A thought rises through the fog
Beautiful, perhaps
Or dangerous
Maybe both
As beauty and danger
Often are
Risk
The blade of possibility
Honed to fine edge
So that with a stroke
We may manifest the exquisite
Or sunder it
Whether through intent
Fortune or folly
On the Cacophony of Being
This spirit of life
This beauty
This pain
This anguish
This love
This cacophony of being
That is I
That is experience
That is action
Tension of light and dark
Tension of right and wrong
Never grey
Never muted
That mud of fear
That mud of anger
Gripping at my heart
Gripping at my mind
But I will not
Go under
But I will not
Lie down
Or die
In the silence
Of living
Without venture
Into the Heights
A ridge to climb
Into the heights
And touch the sky
Into the heights
And touch the sky
Dangerous
Treacherous
Perilous
But such is life
Even safe on
Valley floor
Respect the risks
Then undertake
To peak the crest
An explosion of light
In the tall grass
Under a starless sky
I inch forward
Between heart stopping sweeps
Of an outpost searchlight
Under a starless sky
I inch forward
Between heart stopping sweeps
Of an outpost searchlight
Darkness
A few inches more
Stillness
An explosion of light
Darkness
A Moody Shore
I like a moody shore
A place with surprises
And some risk
The tide may catch you up
In some small sandy bay
If you’re not paying attention
A place with surprises
And some risk
The tide may catch you up
In some small sandy bay
If you’re not paying attention
I suppose that says a lot
About my life
Saying “Yes”
I’ve done some pretty interesting things in my life
Sure, when opportunity knocked
I answered the door
But opportunity doesn’t always knock
Sometimes, I just leave the comfort of my own home
Life should be a calculated risk
On a perfect powder day
And the sun breaking through
On the untracked line
You’ve been eyeing for months
And the sun breaking through
On the untracked line
You’ve been eyeing for months
The last thing on your mind
Is an avalanche
But it shouldn’t be
Risking the avalanche
Green circles for beginners
Blue squares for intermediates
Black diamonds for experts
Double blacks for extreme
Blue squares for intermediates
Black diamonds for experts
Double blacks for extreme
Wouldn’t it be nice
If the paths we could take in life
Were marked like ski runs
Little green moth
When we talk about our lives, it’s not the stories about the safe paths we have taken which are our favourite stories to tell. It’s the risky choices which make for the best tales, no matter the difficulties, no matter the outcomes. These are the choices from which we grow the most, both at the time and years later when we recount those moments. We are always learning from our experiences, even years after having them.
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