HERE I am, back in the Himalayan mountains, in full sight of the great Sagarmatha (in Nepali, meaning Goddess of the Sky), also known as Chomolungma (in Tibetan, Mother Goddess of the World), or more widely recognized as the mighty Mount Everest.
There is something beyond words that breathes through these sacred peaks. It is as if the mountains are alive – ancient beings whispering wisdom carried through the winds. Their silence is not empty; it is a resonance, a vibration that hums through every cell of your being, reminding you that stillness is not absence, but presence in its purest form.
The positive forces here are not abstract – they are felt. They rise through the earth, travel through your soles, climb the spine, and awaken the sleeping light within. You begin to remember who you are beyond name and form – a fragment of the infinite, a rhythm within the greater pulse of existence.
The mountains strip away illusion. Their sheer vastness humbles the ego; their air thins out the noise of the world until only your soul remains – bare, luminous, and free.
Here, even the wind feels like prayer. The stones, the snow, and the distant call of a bird all speak one language – the language of still awakening.
To stand before Everest is to be seen by eternity. You do not conquer her – she allows you to stand in her gaze. And in that gaze, you find not grandeur, but grace. You realize that the force you feel from the mountains is the same one that breathes quietly within you – a reminder that the sacred is not far away; it lives, as these peaks do, rooted in the sky, unmoving yet alive.
I bow my head to the magic born of your existence, to the unseen power you share with all who are blessed to behold you – your immortal energy that can awaken even the souls long asleep.
There are lessons here that cannot be taught by words, only felt by the heart. From you, I learn humility – that true strength lies in stillness, and greatness asks for no recognition. From you, I learn patience – that what endures does not rush, and what is eternal needs no defense. From you, I learn love – the quiet, steady kind that asks for nothing but gives everything.
So much I will carry home within me – the knowing that peace is not found in escape, but in surrender; that joy is not fleeting, but a state of being aligned with what is true. You remind me that nothing in life is unconquerable when love and awareness walk together.
My gratitude is beyond words. I am humbled to have stood in your presence, to have breathed your air, and to have felt, each time – the pulse of divinity that flows through your eternal heart.
See you again. I will wait for your call – carried in silence by the wind.
Namaste.