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Vaheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Vaheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Faith, can be a blinding thing. Rooted in doubt, uncertainty, fear, desire, and in the hope for reward. But in it, the mind, being emersed in reason, we lose perspective of who we are. Not all hands fit in the same glove, but yet a glove can be made to fit each hand, when it is made to fit it. What one does today, through their intentions, are actualised in the reactions they are made to embrace in the tommorrow. The cycle of ones mind, is not something that can be broken through with the thoughts of the mind. Just like water cannot be washed by water, but by the actions of something external to it. Water is, and remains what it is, and dirt is, and remains what it is. The mind, in its defined purpose, acts like a container, and holds both entities together. The mind is not a sieve, such that it can seperate the two. The external of the two, is what can recognise the essence of both and seperate the components in to their respective elements. This game of life, is played in such a way that one strives to become victorious... But the one that is really being played is the one that we fail to recognise, the game of the self. Until the self is recognised, life still has not been experienced. The ocean, invades and dissolves the doubts of the mind, when the container of the mind no longer exists. Blessed is such a soul......Dhan Hai Guru

Vaheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Vaheguru Ji Ki Fateh

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Vaheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Vaheguru Ji Ki Fateh

The Pearls of Contempt

Joy is a thing that brings the clouds of the heavens to the feet of ones existence. Like pearls lain hidden in the ocean of disillusion, thoughts of joy bring out the hidden qualities of the human persona. In life, people look at the condition they are in, molded by the thoughts that are conveyed through them and within them. The human condition is a wondrous thing. The painter keeps on painting, whilst the image drawn upon by the inspiring artist questions the very fiber of its condition. Eluded by doubt, despair comes to abide within the image of His perfections. Granted, man has yet to ponder where he lies in the grand scheme, but in this novel thought of self-extenuation is he justified in the self-indulgence which lacks the authenticity of devotion?

You are the sun that lays hidden in the wake of the eclipse. Your innate qualities vibrate in everything you see around you. But do you listen? Do you feel? Do you hear the whispers of Bliss and the sounds of the waves striking the shores of contempt? They reside with you. Harnessing the qualities of devotion in a cycle from here to the infinite, they persist in hopes that one-day you will listen. How can you attune yourself to the joy of Love when through your very senses you have ignored the possibilities of shear experience? Do you see the image of the undying caressing the inner doubts? Grasping the seeds of desire and harvesting thoughts of detachment? If these are characteristics of the artist which you have not opened your eyes too, why must you question the very thing you have not sought to find an answer to? Truth.

Beloved, you are beyond the shores of my desire and lay hidden in a place of great esteem. You gaze upon your devotee and pass the same winds of comfort over her as you do unto me. With no discrimination and no follies of the heart, you have revealed your presence to the lowly beggar, who still begs for riches that fulfill his empty desires. How much pleasure can be sought by the one who knows of you, but yet ignores you? What love must You have, to grant such a fool a glimpse of the emeralds of devotion.

What Truth lies therein where even the bird sing in ecstasy and the sun lays still in it's perpetual cycle? Nothing to be taken away but a great deal to be revealed. The journey has begun, when you hold me in your heart, and allow me to hold You firmly in my consciousness. From afar you have sent the whispers of compassion, may this heart now be given the joy of grasping onto these pearl of contempt and vibrate your Name.

Vaheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Vaheguru Ji Ki Fateh

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Vaheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Vaheguru Ji Ki Fateh

The Lost Soul

The mirror reflected nothing as I lay seeking the reality beneath the shrouded illusion I had felt close to my heart. Why did I come here, and why was I meant to seek your sanctuary? So many times my heart has bled and yet I have never wanted to leave your side. In my errors, you encircled me with forgiveness, and gave me the next breath of redemption. But why have I come here? Why have you kept my thoughts of you in a heart where it does not belong? Emotions of you? This journey is an endless one, but what becomes of a soul like mine that has yet to tread the first step upon this strenuous crossing? From far I have admired your creation, but within, an emptiness echoes in silence. The echo of this heart does not even make a sound, what sense does that make!?! The pitcher full of water plays a dampened tune, when it is embraced by the affections of touch. Yet the vessel of my body was meant to ring a thousand tunes of praise, but yet has to become what it is not, within, to hear it, and display it. Like the screams of a black crow, my existence is but a scream. I wish for you to answer the call, but who am I to beg for something I cannot even hear? My heart bleeds, I just wish is was not out of yearning for YOU, but out of the joy of being comforted by the one I have always thrown afar and never loved.

Love. What is that thing which the world seeks? Love. Is that you? Or is it another veil that has to be removed from the illusion of this Grand Play? So many joys have been robbed, so many embraces have been lost, and yet the gift of the next breath is given.

I don't deserve this and yet the heart grows larger. I don't deserve this, and yet the veil becomes torn asunder. I don't love this, and yet the true companion draws nearer? From where have you come, and where will you take me? Has the journey ended or has the deeper pilgrimage just begun? Has the heart been mended and has the rhythm of the soul begun to beat the emotions of a thousand love songs? Have I come to see what I have yet to hold for all eternity? To see what the heart truly yearns and what the mind truly will regret not believing, as my final breath draws nearer?

You have gone. As quickly as you came you have left me again. My Beloved, this existence is empty again now that you have left this bleeding vessel. The cut has been drawn deeper, and the tears will not stop flowing down this trembling body. I beg that you never leave me. My heart no longer bleeds....................it has stopped. Without your Grace this body has lost it's support. It has become lifeless. Still, and without emotion. My surrender never came; I have lost on this battlefield of life. The cycle of this breath is now complete. May you give me such Truth that I may take my final rest in the one place I never could. In the grains of sand beneath your wondrous Feet. Waheguru............

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

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