Ride the Shabd — a silent stream,
Beyond the noise, beyond the dream.
It bends through stars, through mind’s decay,
A million paths — one Source, one Way.
Through joy and grief, through fear and fire,
It lifts you out of base desire.
‘Til what once craved now turns to dust,
And even longing learns to trust.
Emotions melt, become no more,
The self steps back, the soul restores.
No pain, no pride, no flesh to keep —
Just stillness vast, and truth so deep.
The Shabd — it sings without a sound,
It draws the drop where it is drowned.
And in that blaze where “I” once burned,
The Flame is One. The Soul returned.
