You are the Light —
not a fragment, not a spark,
but the endless Sun before suns,
the sacred flame before flame was named.
The same Radiance
that pours through the Daswan Dwar,
flooding the inner sky,
The same current
the Shabd rides upon,
carving tunnels through illusion
until Maya’s walls dissolve to mist.
You are the witness and the dream,
the seer and the seen,
the projector and the reel,
the film and the light
that lets the movie play.
So let the story unfold —
for Ik Onkar has already written the script,
Satnam has already inked the page,
and Allah — the Most Merciful —
has wrapped you in mercy
before you even breathed.
Sit in the stillness of that knowing.
Let the omnipotent silence
drip its nectar into your being.
Watch every scene pass —
love, loss, rise, fall —
as if they were clouds
drifting across the Infinite sky
that is You.
