Friday, October 24, 2014

Inspiring Story - Thirst for Amrit...

Today Bhenji Teji Kaur posted a comment on an old blog post - "I Want to Take Amrit, But MY PARENTS!". The comment was so inspiring that I've decided to post as a separate post so that Sangat can easily read it. Here it goes...


Author: Teji Kaur

GurFateh all! I was googling something else and I came across this ("I Want to Take Amrit, But MY PARENTS!" blog post) and it bought a smile to my face many years later. I wrote that post when I was about 14 years old. I have now been Amritdhari for five years, since 2009. I am in Law School [now] and wear a dastaar, and I am happier every second of every day.
Guru Ji has not left me through lifes trials, my family has come around, and I fall more and more and more and more and more in love with my Guru every second. This love will never break or die and I thank God for Amrit every day.
I just wanted to let you know that it took me five tries to be blessed with Amrit. I went around the world. It was Guru Sahib's test. I went to Sri Hazoor Sahib and they refused to give me Amrit because I was a girl. The fourth attempt was spiritually something. I wrote a poem called 'Tomorrow', where I spoke about my excitement about being blessed with Amrit. I cleaned my room and washed all my clothes and put new sheets on my bed. I did this out of my innocence at that age. I thought it was my marrige to Guru Sahib. I did not know what happens on a marriage night between a husband and wife at that time but I knew that at my cousin's wedding they had the most beautiful sheets.
I changed my sheets and washed my clothes and put petals on my bed because I thought it would be my wedding with Guru Sahib. I cleaned my room very nicely and spent all night till Amrit-vela. I then showered to go to Gurudwara Sahib. Upon reaching the Gurudwara I realized that the Amrit Sanchaar had taken place the day before, and I had missed it!
I was broken and angry and I cried so long. I finally calmed down and told myself that all happens as per Guru Ji's Will and Guru Ji has a reason for everything. I then stood by my bed to do Ardaas. In between the bed and dresser there was a space. The light was off this whole time. I stood to do Ardaas and I told myself that everything God does has good in it that we can not see. I then did matha tek (bowed) at the end of Ardaas and ended up hitting my back on the edge of my bed. It did not hurt but I was already angry with God and I yelled, "God! If everything You do has a good reason then why did you let me get hurt while I was doing Ardaas?"
I was so angry about the Amrit still. I got up, did not matha tek and in anger asked in my heart, "God, how is there good in me getting hurt when I was doing matha tek?" I then turned on the light and what I saw shocked me and built up my faith. There was broken glass on the floor at the spot where I would have done matha tek. Had I not hurt my back, my eye would have gone into the glass and I would have gotten hurt very seriously. My head would have hit the broken glass with force. After seeing how Guru Ji was so amazing and blessed me, like Gurbani says: "tum karo bhalla hum bhallo na jaane--- God does good but we do not see it as Good, God is always merciful", my faith strengthened and I was blessed with Amrit the next year...
Now it has been five amazing years :) I just wanted to let everyone know that the above story has a happy ending or shall I say a happy beginning :)


Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Respecting Our Elders...

 “The Wooden Bowl Story”
Author: Unknown

An old man moved in with his son, daughter-in-law, and four year old grandson. The old man was in poor health, his eyesight was bad, and his hands trembled. When the family sat down to eat together, the grandfather’s shaky hands and bad eyesight made eating difficult. Food fell off his spoon, and when he drank from a glass, his drink spilled on the tablecloth. The son and his wife quickly became irritated with the old man. “We must do something about this mess” said the son. So they put a small table in the corner, where the grandfather would eat alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since he had broken some dishes before, he now ate from a wooden bowl. When the family looked at the old man, he would sometimes have a tear in his eye as he sat by himself. Still, the only time the family would talk to him is when they scolded him for making a mess. The four year old watched this treatment of his grandfather and said nothing.

One evening before dinner, the father noticed the little boy playing with wood scraps on the floor. The father asked his son what he was making. The boy responded “Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up”. Smiling, the boy went back to playing with the wood scraps. The parents were speechless. They knew what had to be done. That evening, grandfather sat at the table during dinner. For the remainder of his days, he ate every meal with the family, and no one ever minded the mess on the tablecloth.

Lessons Learned
The initial treatment of the grandfather in this story embodies society’s growing trend of how elders are perceived. The parents in the story represent all of us while the old man signifies all the elderly.  In this story, it was only through the eyes of a child that the parents were able to realise their error in the way the grandfather was treated. The child represents the pure honest truth, which freed the parents to truly see life. Children are remarkably perceptive, and if they see us patiently provide a comfortable atmosphere for our older family members, they will imitate that attitude for the rest of their lives.

ਮਾਂ ਪਿਉ ਪਰਹਰਿ ਕਰੈ ਦਾਨ ਬੇਈਮਾਨ ਅਗਿਆਨ ਪਰਾਣੀ ||
ਮਾਂ ਪਿਉ ਪਰਹਰਿ ਵਰਤ ਕਰਿ ਮਰਿ ਮਰਿ ਜੰਮੈ ਭਰਮਿ ਭੁਲਾਣੀ ||
ਗੁਰੁ ਪਰਮੇਸਰੁ ਸਾਰੁ ਨ ਜਾਣੀ ||੧੩||
"The person who having deserted their parents performs charities, is corrupt and ignorant. He who pushes away their parents undertakes fasts, goes on to wander in the cycle of births and deaths. That man (in fact) has not understood the essence of Guru and God.(13)"

(Bhai Gurdaas Jee, Vaar 37: Pauri 13)

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Story: The Effect of Swearing & Bad Language...

ਗੁਰੂ ਕਾ ਸਿਖ ਗੰਦ-ਵਾਕੀ ਨਾ ਹੋਵੈ ||

"The Sikh of the Guru should never speak disgusting speech."
(Rehitnama Bhai Chaupa Singh)

Author: Bhai Vijay Singh (UK)

A Chardi kallaa Gursikh from America was found crying uncontrollably. His friends asked him why he was crying. He said he had dream and he was waiting outside a tent to see Guru Gobind Singh Ji and the guard didn't let me in. He kept asking the guard, "why, why am I not allowed in?" The guard just said, "Guru Sahib doesn't want to see you."

The friends who were listening to his story asked, "but you are a Chardi kalla (fine), Bana-vala (wearer of the Guru-given dress), and Abhiyaasi Singh (practitioner of Naam)! Why wouldn't you be allowed in?" He said, "I carried on pleading to be let in and then was asked to leave. That evening I returned and asked the guard to ask Guru Ji personally why I am not allowed in. The guard went inside to ask Guru Sahib."

When the guard returned he narrated to the Singh what Guru Sahib had said. The guard said, "Guru Ji says you can do as much paath (prayers) and simran (meditation) that you want but I will never see you, because on some occasions you swore (used disgusting language) at your wife."

This is a true story and has a very important message for those people who think it's okay to swear and use disgusting language.  

ਕੂੜੁ ਬੋਲਿ ਮੁਰਦਾਰੁ ਖਾਇ ||
"Speaking filth, they eat dead bodies."
(Guru Nanak Dev Ji, Ang 139)

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

An Inspiring True Story...

A true recent story narrated by Bhai Davinder Singh (Surrey) of an incident that took place with him driving Bhai Bharpoor Singh jee to USA:


 The True Guru watches over his Gursikhs
Written by Bhai Gagan Singh (Surrey)

In 2010 there was a Smaagam in Portland, USA. The Singhs from Portland had invited Bhai Bharpoor Singh to do seva during the Akhand Paatth Sahib. It was decided a Singh from Surrey would take Bhai Sahib across the USA Border and then Singhs from Seattle would pick Bhai Sahib up and take him to Portland. When Bhai Davinder Singh Surrey and his Singhni went to go pick Bhai Sahib and Mata Jee from their house at 6 AM, Bhai Sahib had a big bundle of Rumaalle Sahibs for Guru Sahib, which he put in his lap when he sat in the car. 

Bhai Bharpoor Singh Jee
Seeing the big bundle the Singh got scared thinking they will be stopped at the Border by the USA officers, and requested Bhai Sahib to put the bundle of Rumaalle in the trunk. Bhai Sahib refused saying that would be beadbi (disrespectful). Bhai Sahib told the Singh to not worry. A few minutes later the Singh asked Bhai Sahib to at least give the bundle to Mata Jee who was sitting in the back passenger seat. Bhai Sahib agreed to this, while laughing and saying not to worry nothing will happen.

Then a few minutes later the Singh tried explaining to Bhai Sahib that the USA border officers are really strict and they may search the car and if they see a big bundle in our car they may get suspicious and we may get in trouble, they will search the Rumaalle. Bhai Sahib told him to stop worrying and relax nothing will happen. The Singh finally stopped asking questions. A little while later, he brought up the Rumaalle again and said that the 'Gore' (white people) at the border will cause them a lot of grief and trouble. Bhai Sahib said, "No. Don’t worry! No 'Gore' will say anything. We will be fine."

Finally they reached the border and got in line to be inspected. Bhai Davinder Singh, who was telling this story, said in his 15-20 years of going across the border he has never seen an Indian or Punjabi border guard, but that day when their turn came to be inspected it was a Amritdhari Gursikh in a huge Dumaalla. He was a very Darshani Singh, and smiled at them when they came up to the inspection booth. He said Fateh and asked him where they were going. They told the Singh about the Smaagam in Portland and the Rumaalle for Guru Sahib. The Singh was very happy and let them through without any hassle.

This story is a real testament to a few things. One that Guru Sahib is always looking over us and giving us his protection. Two, Gursikhs like Bhai Bharpoor Singh are very rare but they do exist, such Gursikhs who are a living example of what we should aspire to be. They are a big inspiration for all of us.

Friday, October 10, 2014

Beauty of Sukhmani Sahib...

When I went to New York to attend Camp Chardi Kala I was fortunate to meet Bhai Jatinder Singh who does seva with UNITED SIKHS in New York. He was a sevadaar the camp. Bhai Jatinder Singh shared some really inspiring personal stories about Sikhi with me. I wish to share one story that Bhai Sahib shared with me. Last year in February Bhai Jatinder Singh, who is an Associate Director of UNITED SIKHS, offered prayers at the United Nations 67th General Assembly Opening Session that took place in New York. During the interfaith event Bhai Sahib read the Mool Mantar and a verses from the translation of Sri Sukhmani Sahib.

After the event Bhai Sahib told me that several faith representatives and guests from the event came to him and thanked him for sharing the beautiful prayer and asked about Sikhi. One particular American lady asked Bhai Sahib about where the prayer was from that he read as she found it so beautiful. Bhai Sahib told her that he read the English translation of a Sikh prayer called 'Sukhmani Sahib'. 

The American lady asked Bhai Sahib if she could have a copy of Sukhmani Sahib in English. Bhai Sahib gave her the translation Gutka Sahib of Sukhmani Sahib and told her, "the best time to read this prayer is 'Nectar Time' (i.e. Amrit Vela)." She asked, "What is 'Nectar Time'?" Bhai Sahib replied, "It is early morning before sunrise. Waking up between 2am and 3am is the best time to pray and meditate." On departing, both of them shared their contact details. 

If I remember correctly, a month later the American lady got in touch with Bhai Sahib. She said, "I am in trouble. I need your help!" Bhai Sahib enquired what trouble she is in and how he can help. She replied, "I am working away from home and gone to Florida. I am staying at a hotel. I have forgotten my prayer book that you gave me. Today was the first day that I didn't read the prayers early in the morning. My day has passed very difficulty and I am struggling to survive without the prayer book."  

The American lady explained that since meeting Bhai Sahib she has been waking up every day at 2am, having a shower and then reading all of the Sukhmani Sahib in English. She asked, "Are there any Sikhs in Florida that you know of that can give me a copy of the prayer book?" Bhai Sahib explained, "You don't need anyone to give you a copy of the prayer book. If you have WiFi and internet access then you can download Sukhmani Sahib and read from your computer or device." The lady was thankful to Bhai Sahib for the advice so that she could continue to read Sukhmani at Amrit vela.

Amazing how people get introduced to Gurbani and how it affects the lives of non-Sikhs.

Dhan Hai Guru, Dhan Hai Teree Sikhee!

Monday, October 06, 2014

Inspiring Poem: 'Heaven on Earth'...

Heaven on Earth
A poem written by a prisoner

“Nanak Tay Mukh Ujlay Keetee Shhuttee Naal” –Salok, Japji Sahib
“Says Nanak! Their faces are radiant and glow in the Court of God and many others are saved along with them (by doing their company).”

Why am I in shadow Vaheguru (Wondrous Lord)?
The Universe was formed by the word from Your mouth (Naam) at the start,
With sparkling jewels in dark space,
Rotating in space, the emerald Earth,
Bathed in heavenly light,
The blue sky and wavy sea, the blanket of green trees,
Fish in the sea, the birds in the air,
Dusty plains with roaming animals
All live in grace and freedom.
Majestic snow-capped mountains and,
The gasping beauty of flowers,
Wondrous mankind, individual names so dear to Your heart.
Your creation so good and perfect,
Your love so strong and pure.
As a young boy I marvelled in Your creation,
I took things apart to understand their workings,
Studied hard and become a “worldly creator” (graduate engineer),
Mine was a life of hard honest householder living (kirt karnee),
I shared the fruits of labour with others (vand kay shhaknaa),
I did a lot for charity and community work (seva),
I helped build a hospital for the poor in Panjab (sewa/ daswandh),
Been a good father to my children,
Loving husband to my wife – joined in spirit in Your presence (Anand Kaaraj),
Attending Gurdwara where I could,
I was happy outside.
I thought about Your wonders all the time
I appreciated the intricate beauty of Your complete world,
Tell me please Vaheguru, why am I in shadow?

Why am I in shadow Vaheguru?
I see around me there is greed, hatred, envy, pain and hunger.
Will the torn world ever by joyful again?
Will the air be clean and the rivers be run clear?
Will the seas be full of fish again?
Will wars be left in history?
Peace talks are held by the nations of the world,
But when will it come – will it last?
The future is uncertain as horrors unfold,
Lives are filled with despair and grief,
Some turn to drugs, drinking, crime and violence (I never did).
Many, quite simply, don’t care.
And why am I in prison and falsely accused?
Why am I experiencing loss – separated from my loving family?
Why am I confined and bound?
Part of me silently screams, “But why me?”
So many times alone, I have cried – silently from the heart…
I have been searching all along…. Searching, but for what?
At the Gurdwara, I listened, but understood little.
Deep down in me, there remained a void unfilled
I was ignorant and never had the time to seek you.
If the world was so good and so pure at the start, then why?
I’m asking and want to know why the Kalyug (Dark Age)?
Then just why Vaheguru, why am I in shadow?

Why am I in shadow, Vaheguru?
In my darkest hour I was humbled right down.
I was forced to reach out and up, in search for You more deeply.
There in that place of darkness and pain, You made me understand.
Only in the darkness, I searched within.
Only then, the glory of Your Divine Light was made known to me.
I was born a Sikh with the divine light dimly lit within me.
Sachay Pita (Truthful Father) You have given me time here to learn.
Shadows only exist where your light and presence is.
Thank you Dasmay Paatshaah (God) for the shadows,
Living within which, I know You are there – always.
With Chardee Kalaa (rising optimism) I contemplate Your Naam,
Vaheguru, Vaheguru, Vaheguru, Vaheguru….
With Your Grace, You have restored my Atma (soul).
Disobedience brought sin and death to this world.
I obey Your Hukam (Divine-Law) written deep inside me,
And walk within Your Divine Will.
My haumai (Ego) is lowering,
My understanding of Your Bani (Sacred Words) is rising.
I read it with tearful joyful eyes,
“Anand bheya mere maae, satguru mai paaya”
“O my mother! I am in spiritual joy, for I found my true Guru.”
Looking back, my mind always heard the Unstruck Melodies.
Naam is in my mind for ever and ever – bakshish (blessed)
But now I understand, I am contented, I am at peace day and night
Perfect love in the end has won through
Sachay Pita, You was longing and waiting for me since I was born,
I remain a lotus and your humble servant.
Who do I see in the mirror?
“Man Too Jyot Saroop Hai, Apnaa Mool Pashhaan”
“O mind you are the image of God, recognise your ownself.”
Your ways I cannot fathom, but,
“Your doings are sweet to me”
Thank you Vaheguru for heaven on earth”

“Vaheguru Jee Ka Khalsa, Vaheguru Jee Kee Fateh”
“Of God is the Khalsa, All victory is victory of God”

“Bhul Chuk Maaf Karnee”
"Please pardon my errors."


Wednesday, October 01, 2014

No One Has Recognized Gods Secret...

Beautiful summary of Tav Prasaad Svaiyye, the 10 stanzas from Akaal Ustat, Amrit Bani of Guru Gobind Singh jee Maharaaj

Tav Prasaad Savaiyye Sahib – Sri Guru Gobind Singh ji
Author: Bhai Vijay Singh (Luton, UK)

ਤ੍ਵਪ੍ਰਸਾਦਿ ॥ ਸ੍ਵਯੇ ॥

While dreaming I found myself walking on a path with a guide. I had asked to be shown the path to God. As we walked I was taken down a side path, which led to a village. There were some Buddhist monks and Jains who were living such simple lives. They were very disciplined and completely devoted to their lifestyle. With them were some yogis who were practising controlling their breaths and clearing their internal chakras of dirt. Some lived purely on consuming air and seem to be hundreds of years old. I saw many religious saints and God devoted people at that place. My guide then took me to the next village where I was shown many different religious practices and disciplines. I saw big institutions and systems dating back thousands of years. Everywhere I went I was left amazed at how devoted these people were but my wonder was greeted by my guide saying, "the whole world is practising false things, no one has recognized Gods secret."

ਸ੍ਰਾਵਗ ਸੁੱਧ ਸਮੂਹ ਸਿਧਾਨ ਕੇ ਦੇਖਿ ਫਿਰਿਓ ਘਰ ਜੋਗ ਜਤੀ ਕੇ ॥
ਸੂਰ ਸੁਰਾਰਦਨ ਸੁੱਧ ਸੁਧਾਦਿਕ ਸੰਤ ਸਮੂਹ ਅਨੇਕ ਮਤੀ ਕੇ ॥
ਸਾਰੇ ਹੀ ਦੇਸ ਕੋ ਦੇਖਿ ਰਹਿਓ ਮਤ ਕੋਊ ਨ ਦੇਖੀਅਤ ਪ੍ਰਾਨਪਤੀ ਕੇ ॥
ਸ੍ਰੀ ਭਗਵਾਨ ਕੀ ਭਾਇ ਕ੍ਰਿਪਾ ਹੂ ਤੇ ਏਕ ਰਤੀ ਬਿਨੁ ਏਕ ਰਤੀ ਕੇ ॥੧॥੨੧॥
We returned to the path which took us to huge palaces, bigger than the eye could see. They were covered in gold and jewels, where kings lived with their armies of soldiers, horses, elephants numbering millions. All such weaponry was plated in gold and jewels. Kings with limitless wealth. I was awe struck but my guide said "all that you see is false, the king will leave alone and with nothing."

ਮਾਤੇ ਮਤੰਗ ਜਰੇ ਜਰ ਸੰਗ ਅਨੂਪ ਉਤੰਗ ਸੁਰੰਗ ਸਵਾਰੇ ॥
ਕੋਟ ਤੁਰੰਗ ਕੁਰੰਗ ਸੇ ਕੂਦਤ ਪਉਨ ਕੇ ਗਉਨ ਕਉ ਜਾਤ ਨਿਵਾਰੇ ॥
ਭਾਰੀ ਭੁਜਾਨ ਕੇ ਭੂਪ ਭਲੀ ਬਿਧਿ ਨਿਆਵਤ ਸੀਸ ਨ ਜਾਤ ਬਿਚਾਰੇ ॥
ਏਤੇ ਭਏ ਤੁ ਕਹਾ ਭਏ ਭੂਪਤਿ ਅੰਤ ਕੌ ਨਾਂਗੇ ਹੀ ਪਾਂਇ ਪਧਾਰੇ ॥੨॥੨੨॥
ਜੀਤ ਫਿਰੈ ਸਭ ਦੇਸ ਦਿਸਾਨ ਕੋ ਬਾਜਤ ਢੋਲ ਮ੍ਰਿਦੰਗ ਨਗਾਰੇ ॥
ਗੁੰਜਤ ਗੂੜ ਗਜਾਨ ਕੇ ਸੁੰਦਰ ਹਿੰਸਤ ਹੈਂ ਹਯਰਾਜ ਹਜਾਰੇ ॥
ਭੂਤ ਭਵਿੱਖ ਭਵਾਨ ਕੇ ਭੂਪਤ ਕਉਨੁ ਗਨੈ ਨਹੀਂ ਜਾਤ ਬਿਚਾਰੇ ॥
ਸ੍ਰੀ ਪਤਿ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਭਗਵਾਨ ਭਜੇ ਬਿਨੁ ਅੰਤ ਕਉ ਅੰਤ ਕੇ ਧਾਮ ਸਿਧਾਰੇ ॥੩॥੨੩॥

We walked into a Mosque, a Mandir, then a Church, a Synagogue and many other places of worship. Each place we witnessed their religious customs and practices. We heard the readings of their religious scriptures but none seemed impressive to my guide. He kept shaking his head and saying "the whole world is practicing false things, no one has recognized Gods secret."
ਤੀਰਥ ਨਾਨ ਦਇਆ ਦਮ ਦਾਨ ਸੁ ਸੰਜਮ ਨੇਮ ਅਨੇਕ ਬਿਸੇਖੈ ॥
ਬੇਦ ਪੁਰਾਨ ਕਤੇਬ ਕੁਰਾਨ ਜਮੀਨ ਜਮਾਨ ਸਬਾਨ ਕੇ ਪੇਖੈ ॥
ਪਉਨ ਅਹਾਰ ਜਤੀ ਜਤ ਧਾਰ ਸਬੈ ਸੁ ਬਿਚਾਰ ਹਜਾਰਕ ਦੇਖੈ ॥
ਸ੍ਰੀ ਭਗਵਾਨ ਭਜੇ ਬਿਨੁ ਭੂਪਤਿ ਏਕ ਰਤੀ ਬਿਨੁ ਏਕ ਨ ਲੇਖੈ ॥੪॥੨੪॥

As we walked on I saw a huge castle. It was very daunting to look at. It was an impenetrable fortress and I remember thinking that it must be impossible for enemies to attack. The walls were over 10 feet thick with huge moats containing crocodiles, alligators and other dangerous and poisonous killers. However, the soldiers in this castle were running out in panic and abandoning it. I asked my guide, "why are they doing this?" He replied, "they have heard that the enemy warriors are coming." I said "but surely it is more safe if they stay inside." My guide described these warriors. "They are greatly trained and can even take down huge drunk elephants, they destroy enemy forces in very little time. They are hugely feared and nothing can stand in their way. They are fearless and have conquered whole countries." I then saw these warriors. They were huge and like nothing I had ever seen. They were super human in their strength and could each kill armies of hundreds of soldiers themselves. My guide said that these warriors are just beggars. Without Gods gifts they are powerless. They spend their entire life begging for gifts of strength to maintain and further boost their egos.

ਸੁੱਧ ਸਿਪਾਹ ਦੁਰੰਤ ਦੁਬਾਹ ਸੁ ਸਾਜ ਸਨਾਹ ਦੁਰਜਾਨ ਦਲੈਂਗੇ ॥
ਭਾਰੀ ਗੁਮਾਨ ਭਰੇ ਮਨ ਮੈਂ ਕਰ ਪਰਬਤ ਪੰਖ ਹਲੇ ਨ ਹਲੈਂਗੇ ॥
ਤੋਰਿ ਅਰੀਨ ਮਰੋਰਿ ਮਵਾਸਨ ਮਾਤੇ ਮਤੰਗਨ ਮਾਨ ਮਲੈਂਗੇ ॥
ਸ੍ਰੀ ਪਤਿ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਭਗਵਾਨ ਕ੍ਰਿਪਾ ਬਿਨੁ ਤਿਆਗਿ ਜਹਾਨ ਨਿਦਾਨ ਚਲੈਂਗੇ ॥੫॥੨੫॥
ਬੀਰ ਅਪਾਰ ਬਡੇ ਬਰਿਆਰ ਅਬਿਚਾਰਹਿ ਸਾਰ ਕੀ ਧਾਰ ਭਛੱਯਾ ॥
ਤੋਰਤ ਦੇਸ ਮਲਿੰਦ ਮਵਾਸਨ ਮਾਤੇ ਗਜਾਨ ਕੇ ਮਾਨ ਮਲੱਯਾ ॥
ਗਾੜ੍ਹੇ ਗੜ੍ਹਾਨ ਕੋ ਤੋੜਨਹਾਰ ਸੁ ਬਾਤਨ ਹੀਂ ਚਕ ਚਾਰ ਲਵੱਯਾ ॥
ਸਾਹਿਬੁ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਸਭ ਕੋ ਸਿਰਨਾਇਕ ਜਾਚਕ ਅਨੇਕ ਸੁ ਏਕ ਦਿਵੱਯਾ ॥੬॥੨੬॥

Then my guide placed his hand on my head and I was instantly witnessed an unfathomable sight. It was the vision of the whole creation before me, praising God. I saw how the visible and non-visible creatures on land and sea were all singing the praises of their creator. It became apparent that their very existence is a credit to the magnificence of the one that made them.

ਦਾਨਵ ਦੇਵ ਫਨਿੰਦ ਨਿਸਾਚਰ ਭੂਤ ਭਵਿੱਖ ਭਵਾਨ ਜਪੈਂਗੇ ॥
ਜੀਵ ਜਿਤੇ ਜਲ ਮੈ ਥਲ ਮੈ ਪਲ ਹੀ ਪਲ ਮੈ ਸਭ ਥਾਪ ਥਪੈਂਗੇ ॥
ਪੁੰਨ ਪ੍ਰਤਾਪਨ ਬਾਢ ਜੈਤ ਧੁਨ ਪਾਪਨ ਕੇ ਬਹੁ ਪੁੰਜ ਖਪੈਂਗੇ ॥
ਸਾਧ ਸਮੂਹ ਪ੍ਰਸੰਨ ਫਿਰੈਂ ਜਗ ਸਤ੍ਰ ਸਭੈ ਅਵਲੋਕ ਚਪੈਂਗੇ ॥੭॥੨੭॥
ਮਾਨਵ ਇੰਦ੍ਰ ਗਜਿੰਦ੍ਰ ਨਰਾਧਪ ਜੌਨ ਤ੍ਰਿਲੋਕ ਕੋ ਰਾਜ ਕਰੈਂਗੇ ॥
ਕੋਟਿ ਇਸਨਾਨ ਗਜਾਦਿਕ ਦਾਨ ਅਨੇਕ ਸੁਅੰਬਰ ਸਾਜ ਬਰੈਂਗੇ ॥
ਬ੍ਰਹਮ ਮਹੇਸਰ ਬਿਸਨ ਸਚੀਪਿਤ ਅੰਤ ਫਸੇ ਜਮ ਫਾਸਿ ਪਰੈਂਗੇ ॥
ਜੇ ਨਰ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਪਤਿ ਕੇ ਪ੍ਰਸ ਹੈਂ ਪਗ ਤੇ ਨਰ ਫੇਰ ਨ ਦੇਹ ਧਰੈਂਗੇ ॥੮॥੨੮॥

My guide turned to me and said, "you try to meditate with your eyes closed, but deep down are you really meditating, you may have completed many religious practices but have you truly given up your evil actions?" My guide continued, "as I've shown you, some people in this world worship stones and carry them around their necks. Some pray in different directions, believing to find God there. Some seek him in the west and some seek him in the south. Some even worship men who are alive or dead, in this way the whole world is practising false things, no one has recognized Gods secret."

ਕਹਾ ਭਯੋ ਜੋ ਦੋਉ ਲੋਚਨ ਮੂੰਦ ਕੈ ਬੈਠਿ ਰਹਿਓ ਬਕ ਧਿਆਨ ਲਗਾਇਓ ॥
ਨ੍ਹਾਤ ਫਿਰਿਓ ਲੀਏ ਸਾਤ ਸਮੁਦ੍ਰਨਿ ਲੋਕ ਗਯੋ ਪਰਲੋਕ ਗਵਾਇਓ ॥
ਬਾਸ ਕੀਓ ਬਿਖਿਆਨ ਸੋ ਬੈਠ ਕੈ ਐਸੇ ਹੀ ਐਸੇ ਸੁ ਬੈਸ ਬਿਤਾਇਓ ॥
ਸਾਚੁ ਕਹੋਂ ਸੁਨ ਲੇਹੁ ਸਭੈ ਜਿਨ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਕੀਓ ਤਿਨ ਹੀ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਪਾਇਓ ॥੯॥੨੯॥
ਕਾਹੂ ਲੈ ਪਾਹਨ ਪੂਜ ਧਰਯੋ ਸਿਰ ਕਾਹੂ ਲੈ ਲਿੰਗ ਗਰੇ ਲਟਕਾਇਓ ॥
ਕਾਹੂ ਲਖਿਓ ਹਰਿ ਅਵਾਚੀ ਦਿਸਾ ਮਹਿ ਕਾਹੂ ਪਛਾਹ ਕੋ ਸੀਸੁ ਨਿਵਾਇਓ ॥
ਕੋਉ ਬੁਤਾਨ ਕੋ ਪੂਜਤ ਹੈ ਪਸੁ ਕੋਉ ਮ੍ਰਿਤਾਨ ਕੋ ਪੂਜਨ ਧਾਇਓ ॥
ਕੂਰ ਕ੍ਰਿਆ ਉਰਿਝਓ ਸਭ ਹੀ ਜਗ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਭਗਵਾਨ ਕੋ ਭੇਦੁ ਨ ਪਾਇਓ ॥੧੦॥੩੦॥

Before my guide left me he uttered one last thing, "The path to God is in fact an internal path, you must look inside and use Naam to guide you and Gurbani as your lighthouse as a measure of your progress. Dear seeker I'll tell you, those who have love for God, will eventually find God, but right now the whole world is practising false things, no one has recognized Gods secret."