Undiscovered World By Harjit
Singh Lakhan
Around and around and around I go,
Hands pressed together and head bowed low,
Singing sweet shabads full of humility,
Walking around my Guru Granth Sahib jee.
My life, my love, my reason for living,
Undying light and the One True King,
Around and around and around I travel
My Creator's mysteries begin to unravel.
Jewels have been found on the seabed
The Moon has a flag white, blue and red.
An X-ray image finds our hidden face,
But no-one has found the Creator of our Race.
The way to our Maker is in Guru Granth Sahib Jee,
The secret path for setting our spirit free,
So why waste time trying to get to Mars?
And drive across America in big, flash cars?
The Undiscovered world is in Guru Granth Sahib jee,
So walk around and around with humility.
Pure Longing by Gurukirn Kaur Khalsa
Harimandir Sahib longs for the touch of Thy mothers,
Thy sisters, daughters, and all others,
Who bow each day to Siri Guru Granth,
Following the path of the Khalsa Panth,
Who enter freely through all four doors,
Except when it is time to clean the floors.
In those holiest hours when it is such
A beautiful time to serve and touch
The marble where the saints have walked,
Why must those gilded doors be locked
To women alone, the Guru's daughters,
Cleansed by Thy word and Thy Holy Waters?
The women of Bibi Bhani's line,
And those descended from Mata Sahib Kaur's time,
Gather as one to utter this prayer:
"O compassionate Guru of infinite care,
Let all Sikhs enact this holy rite,
As all are immaculate in Thy sight."
Anandpur Sahib - Our True Birthplace
by Harmohanjit Singh Pandher, April 1999
O Anandpur Sahib, City of Bliss, Land of the Pure, birthplace
of mine,
Your intrinsic value in these few lines I shall try to define.
You were first founded by Guru Tegh Bahadur, Nanak Number Nine,
Who soon summoned Gobind Rai to his side at the tender age of
nine.
His father was deep in thought so he inquired, what was on
his mind?
The Guru replied that tyranny had sunk their country into dire
decline.
He opined that a sacrifice might stem the tide and send a defiant
sign,
But whose fine blood could inject such courage into the people's
spine?
Gobind Rai proclaimed, why my noble father, let that blood
be thine,
For I would rather go fatherless than see innocent millions
maligned.
Thus a helping hand he did extend as all the while his life
was on the line,
But the language of love is sometimes not enough as his brave
son did find.
O Anandpur Sahib, City of Bliss, Land of the Pure, birthplace
of mine,
From whose sacred soil sprang forth the Khalsa on the Vaisakhi
of 1699.
Where the Five Beloved Ones were baptized as they all knelt
in a line,
And the Tenth Master declared, I am likewise your disciple as
you art mine.
Here the Red Cross was foreseen well over a century ahead of
its time,
On thy battlefields, not aiding the wounded was considered a
crime.
You see neither friend nor foe, only faces of children of the
One Divine,
With walls shining dazzling white and borders that are colour
blind.
Many millions of pilgrims were blessed by thee in the spring
of 1999,
Your message of human rights will spring eternal in their hearts
and minds.
And so, on our 300th birthday, I now turn my thoughts to you
and pine,
That I too may come home to Kesgarh Sahib, our sublime and historic
shrine!
Self-Evaluation
by Jeevanjot Kaur Khalsa
Sikh, what is the kirpan you wear,
Kangha kept in unshorn hair?
Symbols that the Guru gave
When he formed the Khalsa brave.
Did he give a kara for your mind,
Seeing which you would find
That you could no longer trade
In words for contentions made?
Are plans laid in deceit?
Do you lie, steal, and cheat?
Does the Kachera make you chaste?
Or are you aware that you waste
Time in thoughts and acts impure?
In turban and chunni,, are you sure
That you do not degrade
Fellow humans God has made?
Solemn vows made and sweet Amrit taken,
Khalsaji, might you be mistaken?
Mind mired in the past,
Do you still cling to caste
In your ways or in your name?
Tell me, are these not the same
As the Hindu's sacred thread
If worn with a soul that's dead?
Can you accept another's thinking,
Hear new ideas without shrinking
Back in contempt and shock?
Khalsaji, lets take stock.
Do we in peace and love abide,
Put our egos and greed aside?
Serve others without thought of gain;
Seek surcease for another's pain,
Make compassion our principle first?
Or are we really among the worst
Offenders of what the Guru said
Have 5 K's become our sacred thread?
Friend, wear a thread that will not fall
That imparts to you a love for all,
That in its fibers will netwine,
Thirst of the nectar Name Divine
Live only by honest toil
Wear the thread that will not soil
Of all your blessings, give a share
imbue with these the "thread" (Amrit) you wear
Amrit Sar
by Chris Mooney Singh
In the waters of the sacred pool
the golden body of Hari Mandir
takes a long bath when it’s cool.
The gold sun slowly cleans its face.
Some nights, the moon comes down as well.
Celestial bodies know this place.
The soul of a paper kite has given
its pink face in an act of surrender
and floats upon the waves of Heaven.
Yet, the big carp in their nibbling school,
but holy songs emit more current,
eating prasad thrown in the pool.
The waters are lit with electric light,
but holy songs emit more current,
for the Word is sung here day and night.
Each pilgrim, family - husband, wife:
thousands are praying for health and wealth,
praying for everlasting life.
Yet, all must drink inside the mind
from the pool of immortality,
but the inner peace is hard to find.
The Martyrs
by Chris Mooney Singh
The Guru spoke with the Holy Tongue
and lit the candle waiting in each mind.
Oneness lives on when the song is sung.
Some lived in jungles, others clung
to the sword of righteous deeds as was defined
when the Guru spoke with the Holy Tongue.
Remember those sawn in two and those slung
on torture wheels fiendishly designed.
Oneness lives on when the song is sung.
Train-wheels screamed, bodies were flung
into history books. They were not blind
to what the Guru spoke with the Holy Tongue.
Some let cannon mouths blast and bang
them to bloody bits bravely beside their kind.
Oneness lives on when the song is sung.
None of us can count our deeds among
those who sang and hung on and were resigned
to what the Guru spoke with the Holy Tongue.
Oneness lives on when the song is sung.
