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A poem for those who once gave Guru Jee their head by taking Amrit, but took it back...

31^st May 1984

Satwant could feel her clothes sticking to her, the heat was unbearable, she had spent the night tossing and turning trying to get a goodnights sleep. She glanced at her watch, it was 4am, she thought, I need to get up, help milking the cows so Bibi (mother) doesn’t change her mind about letting me go to Amritsar. She quickly rose to her feet and looked into her parents bedroom and saw that Bibi was still sound asleep.

Art is the most beautiful manifestation of the divine, where infinite perceptions and view points are experienced, a reality often unseen by the human eye -  where illusions end and miracles start.

Happy Birthday to my Guru – Dhan Sri Guru Amar Das Jee (1479 – 1574).  The poet Bhal has written the following verse in praise of Guru Sahib.  Bhal Jee vividly describes Guru Sahib’s virtues, saying that there is no comparison of Maharaj’s virtues.  He states that one can count plants and flowers of the earth and count the waves of the Ganges and so forth, if one were to be blessed by a True Guru.  But, He argues the innumerable virtues of Guru Jee cannot be counted, nor can any effective description of His glorious qualities be made.

The alarm annoyingly blasts out, it’s morning sound. I run to turn it off, to maintain my sanity, I reach out and grab my Nokia phone, turning off the alarm, frantically hitting the keys. I turn to my bed and think do I get under the lovely warm rajaee (duvet), or do I instead turn and make love with my beloved?