My love held my hands
Gently guiding me down the mountain slope
A mountain wedding dance
Majestic snow-capped Himalayas
The esteemed guests of honour,
Witnesses to our marriage.
I felt young, my spirit free, full of boundless love.
My heart exploded with life.
Trekking boots crunching rocks beneath
Became delicate satin slippers
My man held my hands high as he negotiated the safest path
Hiking clothes and backpack
Morphed into floating snow-white garments.
A goddess and her handsome white-haired man.
I beamed at fellow pilgrims,
My face aglow with sheer delight.
Chants of 1000 monks ringing in my ears.
The smell of spicy incense wafting
The taste of fresh mountain air enticing.
A pure white Temple decorated with prayer flags
Our final destination.
A sacred place with a cave below it.
A cave where Gurus meditated
My dance partner, unaware of my state of bliss,
Descended deep into the cave,
In search of ancient knowledge
To pay respect to the Buddha and keepers of a
I stretched my body on an elephant-shaped rock,
worshipping the sun
Meditating, enthralled in a state of mindfulness.
Many decades ago, at dawn, in India
I stared in wonder but from a different perspective
At this mountain range, these holy mountains.
I had come back to my spiritual home;
escorted by my handsome Prince.
Back to a land of mystery, steeped in history
A land of sacred, holy places, reincarnated gurus and
Buddha’s place of birth.
The Monk caretaker of the holy Stoopa declared
‘Everything is an illusion’.
The Himalayan wedding had been my delusion.
The illusion perhaps caused by rarefied air.
I imagined souls had been joined
Witnessed by the magical Himalayas,
the necklace of Nepal.
Blessed by a multitude of gurus of eons ago.
Namaste Nepal; Thank you for the illusion of a Snow-White wedding for One.