my cheak is the petal this tear is the rain, blissfully longing is the soul in form's only pain
where the Naam is remembered, becomes sacred land.
the incence reminds me, of how the temple holds my hand...
The Hukam wattered my focus and sharpned the pen, the soul reminded the ego, all belongs to Him...
The blade is the body in embrotial dew as infinity twinkles the retnas in the third eye of Wahe Guru...
wraping the mind in cotton white,
the soul is on display,
Let the beauty of this world not lead me astray...
Passing through a ring of steel,
wrists clashing fierce,
The elephant mine must pass through the pearl like how darkness, light will pierce...
Reference:: Sikh Philosophy Network http://www.sikhphilosophy.net/showthread.php?t=7826
The dagger cuts only the ego, who thinks that blood is real,
Reference:: Sikh Philosophy Network http://www.sikhphilosophy.net/showthread.php?t=7826
I bow this head humbly, with a willingness to feel:
A sword who sacrifices this body and life, to teach the world Love and how to die right.
Sat Naam