These vast mountains are the abodes of strength, power, life and wisdom. Ancient, but so wise!
They stand tall and fight all the odds of weather- exceptionally firm and unfaltering, their hope never dies, they never fall down! They always hopefully touch the infinite sky. As if dreams are uplifted by their sharp peaks.
They teach me faith— faith in the very beautiful vast existence of aesthetic nature. Powerful, magical and enigmatic. The very existence of the Almighty can be experienced by looking at these strong pillars, symbolizing the powerful Shiva, who even resides in us. They are the reminders of the same intristic power, represented outwardly.
Living with dignity, with head held high in the air, rooted deep down the earth with humility, covered with peaceful snow and surrounded by fresh lively air. They are immense sources of deep motivations. Only the human eyes need to be stretched too far to get the mystical glimpse. They speak in whispers secretly to me, but metitatively they speak so much that they touch my soul.