There live the spirits of the great sages,
The higher altitudes are some unexplored places.
Higher are places where life is pure and simple,
The places where the urban is a cripple.
To reach the high we term adventure,
For we the urban wish to be greater.
Tired with lives we seek the mountains,
Unlike other creatures who solace in their dens.
We run away to seek the higher purity,
For the highs remain untouched by our cruelty.
The highs will not accept our dependent forms,
It's to guard its purity against our crippled mourns.
Struggle physically as we climb,
Consequence though is a cleaner mind.
The cripple inside struggles to live,
As we climb and become more free.
It breathes heavy wanting to stop,
Reminding us comforts if we drop.
Fight we must such evils within,
For we breed them beneath our skin.
Living off modernity we are disabled,
Pampered with comfort we turn in to crippled.
A higher self wakes as we climb,
Outside is sweat, within a cleaner mind.
Thoughts tell to fight the evil within,
Search the soul and clean the sin.
Weakness called comfort makes us quit,
The soul which is pure makes us grit.
Fight we must to conquer the evils inside,
A higher self gives it no place to hide.
Higher up lives the purity untouched,
As did the sages of the past discovered.
The holy highs feed the mind,
Teach our spirits to never subside.
A spiritual experience truly it must be,
Not the feel of fun the evil plans it to be.
Arms are raised with thoughts of victory,
Thoughts to boast to every human we see.
Preach not your deeds for they can be evil,
But preach the stratagem that killed the evil.
Follow you may what the greats preach,
But fail not to mix it with what spirits teach.
Learn it through not materialistic words,
But read it through the great scriptures.
Need not search for a material teacher,
For your soul is your own preacher.
Cleansed with the climb the soul conquers,
Helping you stop evils from being your rulers.
Live your life as you are high,
For high is nearer the lord's might.
Cleaner you become and must return,
For a cleaner you will make an angelic urn.
Nature on the highs gives you much,
Pay it back is what you must.
Teach and preach to give love to all,
For the hatred within makes us fall.
Aid others to conquer and succeed,
And you shall have helped your breed.
Loving others is your payback to nature,
Guarantee that higher heavens will call back in future.
Words are mine but learned from nature,
Sharing my learning with my fellow critter.
Doing my bit through these words,
Spreading the teachings from the higher worlds.
All faiths originate from the highs,
May not be through gods',
but thoughts of pure and high minds.
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Attempt to wrote a poem on how the mountains cleanse our soul and how trekking can be a spiritual experience. Wrote this during the bus journey from Mumbai to Pune.
