Do you see?
How willing are they to serve?
The rays are finding it difficult to part,
They’re aware they aren’t short of hours,
Cleaning up, purifying every bit of the Mountain Lord,
A task that they simply couldn’t resist,
Once warmed-up, dried, rinsed yellow,
He had his cloud-maids,
Already losing out on patience,
Tapping away their feet to restlessness,
All set to wash him spotless,
Freeze life on his membrane,
Grant him comfort, some chilly peace…
(Stay tuned for more from my 2012 trip to the Parvati Valley, Himachal Pradesh, India)