The mind, though touched by sacred sound,Still wanders wide, still spins around.Caught in folds of brain and bone,Whispering, “You are not alone.” Shabd rains down — it strikes like light,But thoughts still drift into the night.I sit in stillness, yet I’m torn —Born as flesh, but Soul reborn. Neurons pulse, desires cry,But something deeper does …
What if hell was the sky, and heaven the pit,And the devil wore robes while the angels split?If the preacher pulled triggers and the dealer said pray,Would you still bow your head or just look away? What if pain was the cure and joy made you sick,And the saints packed heat with a crucifix?If your …
View this screen through borrowed eyes,A passing mask beneath the skies.But even light that meets this faceIs born through You —Lit by Your Grace. Through retina, lens, and optic flow,The Eternal Flame begins to glow.Not light of sun, nor fire, nor spark,But That from which all souls embark. This body sees, this mind reacts,But deeper …
Lie to me, break me, tear me apart,Still I return with a shattered heart.Torture, betray, then pull me near —I’ll come back crawling, soaked in fear. For pain may twist, and wounds may burn,But there’s only One to whom I turn.No comfort left, no place to flee —Only the Truth remains for me. Bend me …
Pierce me a thousand times,Pierce me infinity more,Through every wound and every fall,My heart returns to Your door. Break me, burn me, tear me apart,Yet still I rise, I still depart,To find the light beyond the pain,To dance with You in sacred rain. No cut so deep, no shadow so wide,Can pull my soul from …
I enter in silence,a servant of the Sound.No sword in hand —only stillness sharp enough to cut. Ego breathes its last —not with a scream,but with a sigh. The Shabd rides through me.I am not the rider.I am not the road. I am what remainsafter the illusion falls. No name.No self.Just Presence.