Baljinder Kaur

I cannot see people, no men, women or children, just a sea of souls moving constantly with their karam. One kisses goodbye, another waves hello, forever perpetuating to and fro, to and fro.

Their eyes are filled with stories, tired and old, wandering through countless lifetimes in this never-ending show. I do not cry for the cycle in which they are imprisoned, for it is the sweet beauty of my dear beloved.

One day, someone began to distribute hateful leaflets against Baba Isher Singh Ji. A sevak saw this and told Baba Ji. Baba Ji got up, approached the slanderer and said "Please let me distribute them with you"

Such is the humility of true gursikhs.

ham nehee cha(n)gae buraa nehee koe || I am not good; no one is bad.

Maya is like a shadow.

When we walk away from the Sun, with our back to it, our shadow leads the way and we are enslaved to it.

When I have no other resources at hand, I find myself writing alot of pointless poems, especially at work, (or during the end of the daily digestion cycle).