In this Spot, Sadhguru sends a message from the foothills of mighty Annapurna. Check out the video with images from his trek in Nepal’s famed mountain range. Inspired by these snowcapped peaks, Sadhguru “spills” poems. “Home at Hamde,” “Annapoorna,” and “Mountain Lace” are sure to stir up “mountain lust,” as Sadhguru puts it. Don’t fight the feeling.
Here we are at the foothills of Annapurna 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.
These mountains… If you look at them a thousand times over, your mountain lust will not be gone. Someone asked me, “Why you’re going there every year, Sadhguru?” I said, “It’s Himalayan Lust.”
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. Because once the mountains catch you, they really have you in some kind of a submission.
As the mountain peaks are spilling water from the 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. So here, let me read one for you. Haven’t done this in a long time.
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 Annapurna peak, I’m calling this…
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
Let me spoil your week with one more poem, called “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.