Move Slowly
A poem
Move slowly through the mountains
so the silver streams may not pass you by.
Look, the yellow yarrow wave with the wind,
Say hello, turn not a rude, blind eye.
Marmots stand praying beside grazing yaks.
To whom, will you not stop to pry?
Move slowly through the mountains
For speed is sure to steal what little air
is left in your windpipe;
Slow down to a whisper, a crawl,
so your body will not be chewed and spit
by the craggy wayside.
Move slowly through the mountains,
so love can catch up with long strides,
say Hi, take a walk alongside;
pause to see the light in your eyes,
And when your bones turn heavy,
take you on a magicride.
- Komal
This poem came to me on a new moon day, as I was trekking through the magical mountains of Ladakh.