An Outpouring of the Spirit
Only the most skilled
Clamp on their ice-spikes and
Venture to the inaccessible heights of
The Himalayans, but even they are
Unaware that far beneath the ice and
Snow on which they climb lie
Granite fissures that slowly sip the
Pure snow being gently warmed by
Molten fires miles below.
Just a trickle of pristine water,
Clearer than the clearest crystal,
Finds it’s kind deep inside the
Towering peaks and forms a
Rivulet that bubbles to the
Surface thousands of feet
Below the crest to form a
Perfect untainted mountain spring.
Millions of years, glaciers, snows, rains, and winds
Carved the crevice that separates the
Singular spring into two.
One falls violently. The other with grace.
One becomes angry as it absorbs
Man’s pollutants from soil and air.
It fights and rages against the
Injustice, ripping trees and boulders,
Stirring sands, campsites, and trash
Until the dam.
But it is not placid, nor will it surrender
To the dullness of the choking reservoir.
The bitterness stirs deep within until,
Aided by torrential rains sent by
Furious gods, it rips and explodes the
Concrete wall and ferociously takes
Revenge on downstream towns
Inhabited by the species that
Polluted its ancestors.
It is at war.
High above, its sister took a different path.
Unobtrusive, it winds its unsullied water
Along gentle paths dotted with
Kindly sprays of quiet falls
Through alpine flowers where
Fawns and lambs quench their
Thirst, bulbul and monal dance,
Home to mahseer, baby rabbits,
Red panda, tahr, snow leopard and
Snow partridge. Warmed by thermal
Features below and summer sun above,
It softly cascades into a transparent
Pool where naked lovers play.