I dashed off this short poem 16 years ago, right after trudging up the mountain, even as snow flakes drifted down to earth. We were heading home, I and the three beautiful American friends with whom I shared a big home with a fantastic view of the mountains. Leopards and bears prowled the area and life could definitely be dangerous!!! I wouldn’t do it again, but I will never regret living on the knife-edge of existence, where my spirit transformed.
David Evans just wrote to tell me that Dharamkot is the current Feature Poem on the Poets International website (link below)…
February 2000/Mira Prabhu
The long steep rocky road from McLeod winds upward
Until we three reach the path
That leads to our snow-bound home in Dharamkot.
Chloe stops to lick the snow
Off tall and silent winter trees;
Eli follows suit, then I too join in.
Three sisters of the heart softly giggling.
Enraptured by the silver stillness of a magical night
As delicate timeless starry formations
Hover not too high above our human heads In a clear Himalayan night sky.
Posted by David Evans http://www.theperegrinemuse.com/PoetsInternational/
Greetings from Arunachala, the sacred mountain imbued with the awesome power to destroy the little self, and so to lead us into the infinite and blissful Self!