Browsing Tag: Poetry

Every moment is precious.... every breath so blessed when I recite "Waheguru's" name... for tomorrow is not promised and I don't know if this breath I am breathing in will exhale out..... let me pray for his grace... and yes, let me savor every moment of this life.....

Those people always look brave and bright ~ Whose hearts are strong and feet are light It does not matter, if you were born in the sun ~ What matters is - you battled the darkness and won.

YES, YOU ARE THERE FOR ME!

Nanak means "no no," and for years I misunderstood. That to every request I had to only say "yes", To serve, teach, counsel, heal and uplift Until I was in one big physical mess.

Waheguru can hear me in my silence....I just need to close my eyes and feel his presence... no words, only silence....and in that silent connection, I am uplifted..... yes, he hears my inner soul...I cry out to him...no words......only silence....

Learning to laugh at bad experiences of the day, Will boost your confidence and strength all the way.

Speaking words of kindness will make your lips attractive Looking for good in others will make your eyes beautiful and active

A mood lifter, A cheer giver A heart warmer, A real healer

Life without purpose is a waste Just as you take a step in haste Keep your house in order first Achieving your goal is never too late!

Medina of Marrakesh The old fortified quarter Became home For five sultry summer days

This journey needing courage, Faith and hope to succeed To warm us deep within as we Get ready to proceed

CROQUIS FIGURE AND A PEN IN MY MASTER'S HAND BY THE POWER OF THE WORD HE SHAPES ME AS 'AKAL'

AS I HUMBLY SIT DOWN TO TAKE 'AMRIT'.....WITH TEARS OF LOVE AND DEVOTION FOR THE ONE,......GURU GOBIND SINGH, THAT MADE US KHALSA......FROM THE WEAK AND HOPELESS ONES..

FOR HE GAVE UP HIS LIFE BUT NOT HIS FAITH AND HOW HE QUIETLY LAID IN THE 'RAVI' RIVER AND CHOSE NOT TO CHANGE THE PRESET, HEAVENLY, CLOCK OF FATE........

We enjoy poetry, so Guru gifted us with this taster on the work to come…entitled Cause n Vision.

In the month of Vaisakh – pleasant Boughs Adorn, Life Begins, Yet again Gazing At the door My soul Awaits A renewal

Sweeping the carpet at the Khalsa Diwan in Hong Kong Only inches away from the Guru Granth Sahib Caught For an instant Like a raindrop in a warm leaf The Gurus’ grace.

In my world the skies above are not blue In my world the grass is not green In my world we dash through sunflower meadows

AND THE SUBLIME HAS BLESSED ME BEYOND THE TORMENTS OF TIME................ AND WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE.THE BEAUTY OF THE PEACE THAT I FEEL INSIDE!!!..

YES, MY DREAM HAS COME TO PLACE I THANK HIM FOR THE SOLACE AND AS WE ALL LOOK AT HIM, THE INFINITE, WE UNITEDLY SPEAK........ONLY YOU, WAHEGURU! YES........ONLY YOU !!!

FOR GURBANI ALONE ALONG WITH THE KHALSA PRACTICING HIS FORM AND WITH THE GURU'S GRACE..... CAN TRANSFORM... US.. FROM HUMANS INTO TRANSCEDENTAL FORM..

He came and he went. Only the trail of his garment, still shines, the sound of the hoofs of His steed is still audible. Wrapped in that shining garment, listening to that sound, we go daily where He is. This is the religion of His Disciples. Our eyes are red with the glory that He has shed on our paths. And we go on.

AND THANK HIM FOR THIS DAY... THIS HOUR... THIS MOMENT... THIS SECOND OF LIFE.... WHERE I AM SINGING HIS PRAISES... ON THIS DIVINE UNENDING NIGHT.... HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL

NO MORE IS THE UNREST OF THE SOUL FOR GOD HAS BLESSED ME AS A WHOLE I FEEL THE VIBES OF HIS PRESENCE AND THE ESSENCE OF IT ALL.... AS I CALL TO GOD TO LIFT ME ABOVE IT ALL.......

The living peach and plum are thus at that moment unconscious of any outer universe but of their own flowers. This spontaneous expression of the mystery of life, at once so metaphorical and symbolical, gives us a way to approach art.

Our subcontinent needs to follow the footprints left behind by the great poets, sufi saints and the bhakts who preached and practised love and inclusiveness. This is the land of Tagore and Ghalib, of Bulleh Shah and Kabir, of Nanak and Moinuddin Chisti. It is their spirit that will guide us in this journey.

On October 19, 2011, my son Angad Singh turned 18. The following blessing - composed by Guru Arjan in Raag Gujri [GGS:496] - is offered here in translation to commemorate the milestone.

Thanks is a small word That of sometimes we loose sight Making sure we use it Just as often as we might

Ever you thought of peace- That peace there is in silence,...

The philosopher Suzanne Langer once wrote, “though the material of poetry is verbal, its import is not the literal assertion made in the words but the way the assertion is made and this involves the sound, the tempo … and the unifying all-embracing artifice of rhythm.”