"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."
Painted on a boulder on a switchback road on the way up to the top of Horsely Hills.
I had been pondering on whether to spend the rest of the month attending Mother Meera's Darshans. Robert Frost's poem jumping out at me so vividly from the most unlikely of places gave me the answer.
In all honest awareness my desire to stay for a longer period came from the fact that most of the other devotees were staying for the entire period that Mother was in Madanapalle. It was a borrowed desire.
I have miles to go before I awaken!