When petulance turns into petunia,
When rapacity rusts,
I alight –

Map is not the territory,
Pervade and concur,
The soul within, self without –
Quest endless, shall it be,
Hold Thy nerve and sinew,
And submit with authority –

Not in the Himalayas shall Thou find Me,
But in Thy Himalayan presence,
Shall I manifest Myself !