THE TRANSFORMATION
By Jagjeet Kaur Khalsa
O Sweet Lord! I wander in confusion;
Where is the path, where is the beacon?
I grope in the dark, am weary and disillusioned;
The chains of sin enslave me.
I’m cold and lonely Lord! Show me the way.
Your Beloved Five have I sought and they tell me;
“The Light is within you.”
I believe and behold! ... The door is unlocked!
I knock and it glides open,
I patiently kindle Your Light and it shows the way.
Not looking back, I gaze straight ahead.
And lo! The path is clear before me.
O Sweet Lord! The path is clear kindly receive me.
A pang of fear grasps my heart,
I call on you, Guru Gobind Singh;
You infuse me with courage;
My fears and doubts dissipate.
They speak of beauty, truth, duty, spirituality,
Rebirth, renewal and the love of you Lord.
As they speak, a flash of your light brightens my life.
A load Is lifted off my shoulders,
My heart rejoices: “I’ve found the Truth.”
My thirst is quenched, my search is ended.
O Satguru! I embrace your lotus-feet at least.
I sing your Holy Naam as I take the Khande-Ki-Pahul.
Your nectar Name makes me whole.
The Light in me is focused to its Source.
By the whisper of your Name,
The sleeping crysalis is transformed into a carefree butterfly.
O Waheguru! I am Your lowly servant;
Nothing is mine, all is Yours;
Your name do I take with every breath,
I revel in Your wonderful garden;
O Righteous Master! I am Yours forever;
To do with as You wish;
An instrument through which to work Your Will.
O Generous Master! Your Name each moment do I recite;
My cares flee like darkness before the dawn;
In the flame of Your Name do the dreaded five* melt like butter.
O Waheguru! The seed of the Khalsa grows in the soil of faith;
Watered with Amrit, warmed by the love of Naam;
Its roots take strong hold
Its graceful stalks stand tall above the rest;
Its fragrant blooms are profuse,
The harvest promises to be abundant.
If the seed can be assured healthy growth.
O Satguru! I am a sacrifice Unto the Lovers of Your Name;
The martyrs, the seekers of Truth,
The upholders of Righteousness;
The magnanimous souls, the innocent children
The compassionate servants of humanity;
The Pure ... the Satsangat ... The Khalsa!
“Truth is higher than everything,
But higher still is Truthful living.”
* Five thieves: Arrogance, Anger, Lust, Greed and Attachment
Why Women Cry
From Bhai Dya Singh (Australia)
"Why are you crying?" a young naujwan asked his mom.
"Because I'm a woman" she told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
His mom just hugged him and said,
"And you never will"..........
Later the little boy asked his daddy,
"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"
"All women cry for no reason" was all his dad could say........
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he put in a call to WAHEGURU JI;
when He got on the phone, the man asked
"O WAHEGURU JI, why do women cry so easily?"
WAHEGURU said.......
"When I made women she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world;
yet, gentle enough to give comfort....
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth
and the rejection that many times comes from her children......
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone gives up
and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining......
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances,
even when her child has hurt them very badly.......
This same sensitivity helps her make a child's boo-boo feel better
and shares in their teenagers anxieties and fears.......
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
I also gave her a tear to shed,
It's hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed. It's not her weakness, it is her strength....
It's a tear for mankind........."
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,
the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole,
but true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
the passion that she shows and the beauty of a woman, with passing years, only grows!
Womanhood is the strength of the Panth. She bears our future generations.
She nurtures them because she spends more time with the young.
She can help Sikhi to flourish or she can bring about its demise.
Sikhi is the future for mankind and 'she' is its most important tool for the future.
Guru Nanak said so over 500 years ago.
Let us now practice giving women their rightful place in Sikhi.
POWER TO SIKH WOMANHOOD IN THE NEW MILLENNIUM!
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