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, …
The bonds and shackles, forged in mind,Maya’s grip, cold and blind.But even steel begins to shake,When hearts in love begin to wake. No sword, no scream, no earthly flame —Just quiet focus on His Name.A whisper sweet, repeated true,Can tear the veil and pull you through. Not by fear, nor fight, nor fame,But by the Love of …