I feel the Daswan Dwar open, universe aligned,
Every step I take, Waheguru’s hand redefined.
Sound and Light collide, the veil of Maya torn,
Darkness scatters like clouds before the newborn morn.
Amrit rains, my soul drinks, I rise above the din,
Shabad cuts sharper than steel, burns the ego’s sin.
Hansa wings flap, lifting me past mortal sight,
Trikuti shakes, Third Eye blazing in radiant light.
Dharma Rai watches, silent, wisdom in his gaze,
Seven, Eight, Six ciphered codes break the worldly maze.
The Naam’s pulse rattles stars, shakes planets to the core,
Every thief, every shadow, broken by the Word’s roar.
Guru Nanak smiles, His glance a lighthouse to the lost,
I float on currents of mercy, unmeasured, unbought, no cost.
Maya’s illusions fall like sand through the open palm,
Each bar a mantra, each rhyme a drop of cosmic calm.
