Be a sacrifice to such
a guru...aisa gur ko bal bal jai
The giani gave an example of
how much Waheguru jee loves us...
A mighty tree spread its canopy
far and wide, giving shade to all the creatures. Everyday a
child used to enter the field, sometimes he would climb the
branches, sometimes he would sit by the trunk, sometimes he
would fall gently asleep in the shade like a baby in his mother's
arms. The tree loved the child, the child loved the tree. Years
passed and the child stopped coming to the field. The wise,
old tree waited day after day, month after month for his beloved.
One day the tree whispered to the wind to find out if the child
was unwell. The wind returned and whispered to the tree that
the child was well, but he had no desire to come to the field
where he grew up. The tree asked the wind to carry a message
to the ears of the child day after day, month after month. One
day a young man marched into the field and standing tall and
proud he raised his arm at the mighty tree and shouted "Can't
you leave me alone Old Tree? I'm not a child any more, I don't
need your friendship anymore, I need money. You can't give me
what I need, so i don't need you."
The wise old tree loved the youth
and said, "But of course I can give you wealth, just pluck
all my fruits and sell them in the market." The youth ran
to the market with the fruit and made a huge profit, but he
never went back to say thankyou. The Wise old tree sent more
messages and one day a married man walked into the field holding
his child's hand. He said, "O Tree why cant you stop bothering
me, I need a house, not your love. You can't give me what I
need, so I don't need you"
The wise, old tree said, "But
child, why didn't you tell me you need a house, just chop all
of my branches and build your house with it." The married
man ran home with all the wood, but he never came back to say
thankyou. The wise, old Tree waited patiently and sent messages
day after day. One cold winter's day an old man walked into
the field with a walking stick and two adult sons. The old man
said, "O stupid tree, you still bother me after all these
years. I need firewood for my home not your love. My grandchildren
are cold and you want me to waste my time in this field with
you!"
The wise, old tree said, "But
child, why didn't you just ask me? Ask your sons to chop down
my trunk, that should provide you with firewood for many winters."
The men walked off dragging the might trunk through the white
snow. They never returned to say thankyou.
At the end of winter, a procession
walked by the field. People were crying, the tree asked why
and was told that his beloved child had passed away. The Tree
said, "O my child has left the world, O people pull up
my roots and use them for his funeral pyre."
...
WaheGuru Jee sacrifices everything
for the well being of his creatures. But the ungrateful human
takes it all for granted and never appreciates it.
....
Guru Arjun Dev jee expresses
this in Sukhmanee Sahib:
ASHTAPADEE: By His Grace, you
partake of the thirty-six delicacies; enshrine that Lord and
Master within your mind. By His Grace, you apply scented oils
to your body; remembering Him, the supreme status is obtained.
By His Grace, you dwell in the palace of peace; meditate forever
on Him within your mind. By His Grace, you abide with your family
in peace; keep His remembrance upon your tongue, twenty-four
hours a day. By His Grace, you enjoy tastes and pleasures; O
Nanak, meditate forever on the One, who is worthy of meditation.
|| 1 ||
By His Grace, you wear silks
and satins; why abandon Him, to attach yourself to another?
By His Grace, you sleep in a cozy bed; O my mind, sing His Praises,
twenty-four hours a day. By His Grace, you are honored by everyone;
with your mouth and with your tongue, chant His Praises. By
His Grace, you remain in the Dharma; O mind, meditate continually
on the Supreme Lord God. Meditating on God, you shall be honored
in His Court; O Nanak, you shall return to your true home with
honor. || 2 ||
By His Grace, you have a healthy,
golden body; attune yourself to that Loving Lord. By His Grace,
your honor is preserved; O mind, chant the Praises of the Lord,
Har, Har, and find peace. By His Grace, all your deficits are
covered; O mind, seek the Sanctuary of God, our Lord and Master.
By His Grace, no one can rival you; O mind, with each and every
breath, remember God on High. By His Grace, you obtained this
precious human body; O Nanak, worship Him with devotion. ||
3 ||
By His Grace, you wear decorations;
O mind, why are you so lazy? Why don't you remember Him in meditation?
By His Grace, you have horses and elephants to ride; O mind,
never forget that God. By His Grace, you have land, gardens
and wealth; keep God enshrined in your heart. O mind, the One
who formed your form _ standing up and sitting down, meditate
always on Him. Meditate on Him _ the One Invisible Lord; here
and hereafter, O Nanak, He shall save you. || 4 ||
By His Grace, you give donations
in abundance to charities; O mind, meditate on Him, twenty-four
hours a day. By His Grace, you perform religious rituals and
worldly duties; think of God with each and every breath. By
His Grace, your form is so beautiful; constantly remember God,
the Incomparably Beautiful One. By His Grace, you have such
high social status; remember God always, day and night. By His
Grace, your honor is preserved; by Guru's Grace, O Nanak, chant
His Praises. || 5 ||
By His Grace, you listen to the
sound current of the Naad. By His Grace, you behold amazing
wonders. By His Grace, you speak ambrosial words with your tongue.
By His Grace, you abide in peace and ease. By His Grace, your
hands move and work. By His Grace, you are completely fulfilled.
By His Grace, you obtain the supreme status. By His Grace, you
are absorbed into celestial peace. Why forsake God, and attach
yourself to another? By Guru's Grace, O Nanak, awaken your mind!
|| 6 ||
By His Grace, you are famous
all over the world; never forget God from your mind. By His
Grace, you have prestige; O foolish mind, meditate on Him! By
His Grace, your works are completed; O mind, know Him to be
close at hand. By His Grace, you find the Truth; O my mind,
merge yourself into Him. By His Grace, everyone is saved; O
Nanak, meditate, and chant His Chant. || 7 ||
Those, whom He inspires to chant,
chant His Name. Those, whom He inspires to sing, sing the Glorious
Praises of the Lord. By God's Grace, enlightenment comes. By
God's Kind Mercy, the heart-lotus blossoms forth. When God is
totally pleased, He comes to dwell in the mind. By God's Kind
Mercy, the intellect is exalted. All treasures, O Lord, come
by Your Kind Mercy. No one obtains anything by himself. As You
have delegated, so do we apply ourselves, O Lord and Master.
O Nanak, nothing is in our hands. || 8 || 6 ||
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