Summary of poem A trek through the Himalayas

On Day 1 we gathered - at an eco hotel, Excited and hopeful - that all would go well,
sincere seekers of truth, with hearts filled with love. We prayed the Gods would bless
us from those mighty peaks above.
On Day 2 we felt grounded - as we embraced Mother Earth, appreciating her artistry
in stone carvings, and the birth of a Nation full of climbers, with calf muscles like
granite, you won't find stronger men by weight on this planet.
On Day 3 we dove deep - into the Mother divine - Manifest as Water - with qualities
feminine, Such as softness, compassion, quietness and adaptability, as well as
nurturing, secretiveness and flexibility.
On Day 4, vegan pancakes, adorned our hungry plates, prepared with love by
Juliana - we all could hardly wait, We then drove to Pokhara - to settle down for the
night, the first day of our trek - was now close within our sights.
On Day 5 we were greeted - with the most glorious sunrise, set against a mighty
backdrop - of glorious mountain highs, As snowy peaks pierced the skyline, and
clouds danced around. We practiced yoga that morning - our energy unbound.
On Day 6 we soared higher, up the steps to Ghorepani, over 4000 to be exact, and
boy, it was not funny. By the end of the day - we were exhausted and very sore, but
elated we had scaled over 1100 meters more.
On Day 7 we arose early - to catch the sunrise, scaling the top of Poonhil - we found
clear blue skies. I did headstands for my album, while we celebrated the new day,
after sun gazing respectfully - to Gayatri we did pray.
A great day to honor Fire and Air - combined in one breath, enriching our lungs and
eyes - we pushed away death. Onwards went our trekking - as we headed for
Tadapani, Some 5-6 hours later it was still very sunny.
The weather kept cooperating - everyday we felt blessed, Making our trek all the
more easier, as we walked in light dress. Breathing deeply and slowly - absorbing
the mountain chi, Our faces grew younger - as they filled with utter glee.
On Day 8 we ventured downward - to a place called Chomarong, In the evening, we
all spontaneously broke out in devotional song. After a demanding descent to Jhihu that stressed our knees and calves, It was time to soak our aching limbs in a
refreshing hot bath. The natural hot springs replenished - our weary sore feet, As we

soaked and wrinkled up - we shared stories in the heat, While the rapids churned
powerfully - creating a pleasant natural song, rain drops fell softly - it seemed nothing
could go wrong.
On Day 9 we returned to Nayapal - back to where we had begun, Feeling tired but
satisfied - the adventure had been so much fun. As we drove back to our hotel Nepalese folk songs played aloud, As the leader of the group - I could not be more
proud.
For energy is eternal - just changing shape and space, What we know of each other
- should be more than just a face, Look behind the eyes of others - to see their force
inside, Embrace your soul divinity - with mountainous pride.

A trek through the Himalayas

by Srinjay Chakravarti

The journey lasts for days and days.

We trek up valley, hill and slope
We carry with ourselves the hope
To traverse strange, untrodden ways.

We enter now a world of clouds.

Along the way we hear the call
Of mountain wind and waterfall.
The pallid mist is spreading shrouds.

At last we reach the final peak.

The summit beckons us to come
The air is cold, our feet are numb.
We climb to reach the grail we seek.

The path is steep and narrow there.

It snakes its way - these stairs of stone
Now mark the route we make our own.
The sunshine gilds the lucid air.

The peak is stark with gelid snow.

We look where sky and earth have merged,
From high above. Our souls are purged.
Forgotten lies the world below