Sunday, July 5, 2009


I'm so sick and tired of sitting on the sidelines and just watching.
Time is ticking away. There's not much time left.
Nothing has been accomplished. Everyday is just empty repitition.
When will I meet You, O my Beloved Lord?
When will change come? When will I awaken from this sleep?
This is my condition:
His service is insignificant, but his demands are very great.
He does not obtain the Mansion of the Lord's Presence, but he says that he has arrived there1
He competes with those who have been accepted by the Beloved Lord.
This is how stubborn the false fool is! 1Pause
He wears religious robes, but he does not practice Truth.
He says that he has found the Mansion of the Lord's Presence, but he cannot even get near it. 2
He says that he is unattached, but he is intoxicated with Maya.
There is no love in his mind, and yet he says that he is imbued with the Lord. 3
Says Nanak, hear my prayer, God:
I am silly, stubborn and filled with sexual desire - please, liberate me! 4
I gaze upon the glorious greatness of the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan.
You are the Giver of Peace, the Loving Primal Being. 1 Second Pause 1 7
It's all talk. All show, no go. Nothing has actually been done...yet. There's a tiny bit of hope though. A longing for gain. All I really want is Him in the end, no matter how blindsided I get. Desires are temporary and they can be fulfilled at anytime with little effort. Now is the time to work hard for what truly matters.
Now, what efforts should I make?
How can I dispel the anxieties of my mind? How can I cross over the terrifying world-ocean? 1Pause
Obtaining this human incarnation, I have done no good deeds; this makes me very afraid!
In thought, word and deed, I have not sung the Lord's Praises; this thought worries my mind. 1
I listened to the Guru's Teachings, but spiritual wisdom did not well up within me; like a beast, I fill my belly.
Says Nanak, O God, please confirm Your Law of Grace; for only then can I, the sinner, be saved. 2 4 9 13 58 4 93
Please please please grace me!

1 comment:

ik sikh said...

O soul yearning for my beloved, I fall at your feet. Many, many times.

God bless you, sister.