Kathmandu

This is a verse from the poem by J. Milton Hayes, about the green-eyed yellow idol, a god of the Kathinandu Valley whose all-knowing, all-seeing Eye keeps watch over this once-secret haven in the Himalayas. Kathmandu is a secret no more, but its hidden enchantment is still buried in its lanes and byways. Idols nd temples still dot the rural landscapes; some are mysterious and mystical. Others lie neglected, their owers lay dormant. The all-seeing eyes of the stupas wait and watch, wondering if the destructive Age of Kali has some or is still to come. Kathmandu a Maitreya, the Buddha of the future. The valley ringed by luxuriant forests and mountains waits, as the morning mist reveals new splendours. The gods of the majestic Himalayan peaks look down, waiting fora new dawn. This journey back in time also has stories and anecdotes about the valley since 1974, when idle hippies still lived in Kathmandu. Kathmandu waits for you. Discover the famous laces and search out its obscure treasures. The green eyed yellow idol lies in waiting, never seen, but always gazing down.