from this week in July 2012 (I was
67)
The only Everest we ever climb
is the most upset when we
try
so hard we hardly breathe
sometimes we forget to
The finer the work the more
subtle the artistry
required
dexterity beyond competence
The language for it
expressive
finesse nimble versatility
and an inclination to do
out of thin air
resourcefulness
of the source called forth
to strengthen our grip on
the vertical path
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