My mind is enticed by the Guru’s sweet flame,Beholding His presence, I’m never the same.Wonder strikes deeply, illusions all fall,The Name of the Lord is the anchor of all. The shackles of Maya, once binding and tight,Are shattered to pieces in radiant Light.Focusing gently on Naam’s sacred sound,I rise from the ashes, no longer bound. …
I know no other, O Timeless Light,Invisible, inscrutable, Endless Height.When thought turns to You, Your mercy flows,A river eternal, where the soul knows. Who can be called just, or wicked, or true,When all beings reflect the essence of You?The stars in their courses, the oceans in tide,Sing of Your presence, nowhere to hide. You are …
The hour has struck.The veil is thin.The false kings of shadowtremble in their own illusions. The Naam is the Arrow —dipped in the Amrit of Truth,pulled back by the Bow of Hukam,loosed into the heart of darkness. Each vibration of Waheguruis a war cry that shatters chains,a lightning strike in the caverns of the mind. …
It is a cycle — sukh then dukh,Sweetness fades, then comes the hook.Pleasure’s rise, then sorrow’s sting,The mind chained tight to everything. But this wheel, it spins by false command,A play of shadows on shifting sand.Escape the loop, the pull, the high —And watch the Self begin to fly. No joy, no pain can truly …
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 …