Am I this lifting sand,
these gigantic rocks becoming mountains?
Am I the dust that crumbles down?
Am I the stream
slipping along the tender plants,
or the little daisies
quietly fallen into its flow?
Am I this shrub
offering pink blooms
in the middle of a cold, barren desert?
Or am I the desert itself, holding an oasis?
This vastness, this mountain air, this desert sand.
My eyes, trying to contain it all,
weeping because they cannot hold
an entire galaxy in this moment.
Your vision for me is immense.
This wilderness I try to absorb through all my senses,
Running deep into you
as you open your hidden layers for me.
Your energy exhausts me slowly
as I become you.
And then
there is no you,
there is no I.
Just...
there is!
- Dr Yashaswini B Raj
(These words were born during my recent travels through Ladakh, surrounded by mountains that felt ancient, alive, and impossibly vast. In the silence of its landscapes, this poem is simply an attempt to listen closely to what the land was already saying).
Thank You.
