Here we are, at the foothills of Annapoorna South…
A few us trekked to Kagbhusandi Lake, a spectacular place, and we are camped here for two days.
Every muscle in my body screaming at me and asking, “Why the hell do you bring us here?”
But my heart rejoices with a rapture of a completely different sort.
Heart overflows with ecstasy.
But body screams in pain (Laughs).
These mountains…
If you look at them a thousand times over, your mountain lust will not be gone.
Someone asked me, “Why’re you going there every year, Sadhguru?”
I said, “It’s Himalayan Lust.” (Laughs)
And even in the group, though we have tried to prevent this,
still I think there are five or six people out of thirty-five who are coming here for second or third time (Laughs).
Because once the mountains catch you, they really have you in some kind of a submission.
As the mountain peaks are spilling water from their snowcapped tops, I've been spilling a little bit of poetry.
Not as white, bright, and beautiful as them, but this is me.
I'm not a Himalaya (Laughs).
So here, let me read one for you.
Haven't done this in a long time, hmm?
Home at Hamde The valley floor of Hamde
seems like Home to me who is being drawn to these less
travelled trails among these spectacular Mountain peaks.
Ever since he invaded my Breath and Being and drew
Me into his cosmic Breast I am like an infant in the
comfort of a loving Mother’s womb. Not a care about life
or Death. Unfettered even by longings of the Beyond as
Here has become Beyond and Beyond is Here.
Well, looking at the beautiful Annapoorna peak, I'm calling this Annapoorna.
Snow clad peak of Annapoorna revealing its
fair face for a moment and going behind the veil of cloud
the next playing the shy bride forever. Until the photon force
of the Sun momentarily unveils her Glorious face to enthrall all
momentarily though
Let me spoil your week with one more poem, Mountain Lace
Snows melt to cover the bare mountain face
with the white lace of streams large or rills thin and
sinuous. This fragile lace of white water
turns into torrential river that all shall fear and respect
It's very difficult to explain what mountains can do to a person.
I don't know if you can ever call a man, a man, who has never been to the mountains.
For ages, this has been so.
I beseech everyone, particularly the youth of the nation and the world,
to have some kind of a romance with some mountain, a mountain that challenges you,
a mountain that draws you, a mountain that makes you submissive by its sheer size, strength, and presence.
Welcome to Himalayas, all of you.
A trek or a mountaineering feat
is always about achievement to make yourself bigger than who you are.
But a pilgrimage is about dissolution, to subdue yourself and
become nothing, No-thing.