☀️ JOIN SPN MOBILE
Forums
New posts
Guru Granth Sahib
Composition, Arrangement & Layout
ਜਪੁ | Jup
ਸੋ ਦਰੁ | So Dar
ਸੋਹਿਲਾ | Sohilaa
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਿਰੀਰਾਗੁ | Raag Siree-Raag
Gurbani (14-53)
Ashtpadiyan (53-71)
Gurbani (71-74)
Pahre (74-78)
Chhant (78-81)
Vanjara (81-82)
Vaar Siri Raag (83-91)
Bhagat Bani (91-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਝ | Raag Maajh
Gurbani (94-109)
Ashtpadi (109)
Ashtpadiyan (110-129)
Ashtpadi (129-130)
Ashtpadiyan (130-133)
Bara Maha (133-136)
Din Raen (136-137)
Vaar Maajh Ki (137-150)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗਉੜੀ | Raag Gauree
Gurbani (151-185)
Quartets/Couplets (185-220)
Ashtpadiyan (220-234)
Karhalei (234-235)
Ashtpadiyan (235-242)
Chhant (242-249)
Baavan Akhari (250-262)
Sukhmani (262-296)
Thittee (296-300)
Gauree kii Vaar (300-323)
Gurbani (323-330)
Ashtpadiyan (330-340)
Baavan Akhari (340-343)
Thintteen (343-344)
Vaar Kabir (344-345)
Bhagat Bani (345-346)
ਰਾਗੁ ਆਸਾ | Raag Aasaa
Gurbani (347-348)
Chaupaday (348-364)
Panchpadde (364-365)
Kaafee (365-409)
Aasaavaree (409-411)
Ashtpadiyan (411-432)
Patee (432-435)
Chhant (435-462)
Vaar Aasaa (462-475)
Bhagat Bani (475-488)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੂਜਰੀ | Raag Goojaree
Gurbani (489-503)
Ashtpadiyan (503-508)
Vaar Gujari (508-517)
Vaar Gujari (517-526)
ਰਾਗੁ ਦੇਵਗੰਧਾਰੀ | Raag Dayv-Gandhaaree
Gurbani (527-536)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਹਾਗੜਾ | Raag Bihaagraa
Gurbani (537-556)
Chhant (538-548)
Vaar Bihaagraa (548-556)
ਰਾਗੁ ਵਡਹੰਸ | Raag Wadhans
Gurbani (557-564)
Ashtpadiyan (564-565)
Chhant (565-575)
Ghoriaan (575-578)
Alaahaniiaa (578-582)
Vaar Wadhans (582-594)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੋਰਠਿ | Raag Sorath
Gurbani (595-634)
Asatpadhiya (634-642)
Vaar Sorath (642-659)
ਰਾਗੁ ਧਨਾਸਰੀ | Raag Dhanasaree
Gurbani (660-685)
Astpadhiya (685-687)
Chhant (687-691)
Bhagat Bani (691-695)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਤਸਰੀ | Raag Jaitsree
Gurbani (696-703)
Chhant (703-705)
Vaar Jaitsaree (705-710)
Bhagat Bani (710)
ਰਾਗੁ ਟੋਡੀ | Raag Todee
ਰਾਗੁ ਬੈਰਾੜੀ | Raag Bairaaree
ਰਾਗੁ ਤਿਲੰਗ | Raag Tilang
Gurbani (721-727)
Bhagat Bani (727)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸੂਹੀ | Raag Suhi
Gurbani (728-750)
Ashtpadiyan (750-761)
Kaafee (761-762)
Suchajee (762)
Gunvantee (763)
Chhant (763-785)
Vaar Soohee (785-792)
Bhagat Bani (792-794)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਿਲਾਵਲੁ | Raag Bilaaval
Gurbani (795-831)
Ashtpadiyan (831-838)
Thitteen (838-840)
Vaar Sat (841-843)
Chhant (843-848)
Vaar Bilaaval (849-855)
Bhagat Bani (855-858)
ਰਾਗੁ ਗੋਂਡ | Raag Gond
Gurbani (859-869)
Ashtpadiyan (869)
Bhagat Bani (870-875)
ਰਾਗੁ ਰਾਮਕਲੀ | Raag Ramkalee
Ashtpadiyan (902-916)
Gurbani (876-902)
Anand (917-922)
Sadd (923-924)
Chhant (924-929)
Dakhnee (929-938)
Sidh Gosat (938-946)
Vaar Ramkalee (947-968)
ਰਾਗੁ ਨਟ ਨਾਰਾਇਨ | Raag Nat Narayan
Gurbani (975-980)
Ashtpadiyan (980-983)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਲੀ ਗਉੜਾ | Raag Maalee Gauraa
Gurbani (984-988)
Bhagat Bani (988)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਾਰੂ | Raag Maaroo
Gurbani (889-1008)
Ashtpadiyan (1008-1014)
Kaafee (1014-1016)
Ashtpadiyan (1016-1019)
Anjulian (1019-1020)
Solhe (1020-1033)
Dakhni (1033-1043)
ਰਾਗੁ ਤੁਖਾਰੀ | Raag Tukhaari
Bara Maha (1107-1110)
Chhant (1110-1117)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕੇਦਾਰਾ | Raag Kedara
Gurbani (1118-1123)
Bhagat Bani (1123-1124)
ਰਾਗੁ ਭੈਰਉ | Raag Bhairo
Gurbani (1125-1152)
Partaal (1153)
Ashtpadiyan (1153-1167)
ਰਾਗੁ ਬਸੰਤੁ | Raag Basant
Gurbani (1168-1187)
Ashtpadiyan (1187-1193)
Vaar Basant (1193-1196)
ਰਾਗੁ ਸਾਰਗ | Raag Saarag
Gurbani (1197-1200)
Partaal (1200-1231)
Ashtpadiyan (1232-1236)
Chhant (1236-1237)
Vaar Saarang (1237-1253)
ਰਾਗੁ ਮਲਾਰ | Raag Malaar
Gurbani (1254-1293)
Partaal (1265-1273)
Ashtpadiyan (1273-1278)
Chhant (1278)
Vaar Malaar (1278-91)
Bhagat Bani (1292-93)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਾਨੜਾ | Raag Kaanraa
Gurbani (1294-96)
Partaal (1296-1318)
Ashtpadiyan (1308-1312)
Chhant (1312)
Vaar Kaanraa
Bhagat Bani (1318)
ਰਾਗੁ ਕਲਿਆਨ | Raag Kalyaan
Gurbani (1319-23)
Ashtpadiyan (1323-26)
ਰਾਗੁ ਪ੍ਰਭਾਤੀ | Raag Prabhaatee
Gurbani (1327-1341)
Ashtpadiyan (1342-51)
ਰਾਗੁ ਜੈਜਾਵੰਤੀ | Raag Jaijaiwanti
Gurbani (1352-53)
Salok | Gatha | Phunahe | Chaubole | Swayiye
Sehskritee Mahala 1
Sehskritee Mahala 5
Gaathaa Mahala 5
Phunhay Mahala 5
Chaubolae Mahala 5
Shaloks Bhagat Kabir
Shaloks Sheikh Farid
Swaiyyae Mahala 5
Swaiyyae in Praise of Gurus
Shaloks in Addition To Vaars
Shalok Ninth Mehl
Mundavanee Mehl 5
ਰਾਗ ਮਾਲਾ, Raag Maalaa
What's new
New posts
New media
New media comments
New resources
Latest activity
Videos
New media
New comments
Library
Latest reviews
Donate
Log in
Register
What's new
New posts
Menu
Log in
Register
Install the app
Install
Welcome to all New Sikh Philosophy Network Forums!
Explore Sikh Sikhi Sikhism...
Sign up
Log in
Discussions
Member Blogs
That Pesky Last 1%
JavaScript is disabled. For a better experience, please enable JavaScript in your browser before proceeding.
You are using an out of date browser. It may not display this or other websites correctly.
You should upgrade or use an
alternative browser
.
Reply to thread
Message
<blockquote data-quote="Harry Haller" data-source="post: 210692" data-attributes="member: 14641"><p>I have been struggling the last few days, I have no wish to be different or strange, a part of me still wants love and to be loved, to share love, to give love, but I am loved, and I do love, those feelings are generated by my parents, when I need love, when I need that warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach, I ring my dad, or my mum, I have to confess that all my dad has to do is call me 'beta' in that soft accent of his, and is like a huge sticking plaster on whatever I am feeling at the time, however, there is of course the love one shares with a woman, or with society, or with people in general, that is what I am done with, most of the society that we find in need are there by their own hand, any love shown merely reverses the consequences they are suffering, until the same actions put them there again, such love is destructive, as no lesson is ever learned, in fact, such love only prolongs the learning curve, delays it, in my belief, it does not do any favours, do you show love to a gambling addict by lending them money, or a drug addict by getting more drugs? Therefore all you are then left is pure actions, actions devoid of emotion, actions that use foresight and wisdom, anything but emotions, the detaching of emotions means that a love devoid of such has to be different to the run of the mill love that most people identify with, it does raise the question what actually is love, in most cases it is for the self, a person that loves another dearly does it for the self,not for the other, a person that gives and does, only to appease a god, again is doing it for the self, selfless love therefore is possibly the purest form of love, provided it is intelligent. Allowing a homeless person to stay the night in your house, when you have never met them before sounds like a high form of love, it is not, it is gross stupidity, I think there is a tendency to assume every pure action will enable us protection from a higher force, as it is a good action, but good and bad can have opposite effects, god does not really come into it, being, as I feel, a non interventionist force. </p><p></p><p>I see men every day, walking past my window, with their families, their wives, envy is not a word that comes to mind, the human spirit is capable of much, it can build spaceships, invent medicines, and yet, most of the human spirit I see out of my windows is more focused on the pointless rituals of society, of appeasing the people round them with their whimsical desires and wants, and when the ridiculous merry go round of social interaction and social problems is not enough, then people with more interesting social problems can be watched on our televisions, and when that is not enough, we can find people with bigger problems and bigger issues on our cinema screens, I think it is called entertainment. </p><p></p><p>I find the whole concept of rollercoaster rides just too strange, why would anyone pay to be scared in such an artificial environment? There have been times in my life when I have had to get from A to B in quite a hurry, normally the consequences have been financial, once it was life or death, such a drive, the fear in your belly, the navigating through traffic, the driving like a madman, the rush as you realise your going to make it, save the day, stop death, or the despair as you realise its all over, the emotional highs and lows, and then when it is over, you get out and sit by the kerb, and just breathe, and people can pay money to experience this, whilst waving their hands and screaming, I cannot think of anything more ridiculous, but then looking out of my window, life is ridiculous, a bad joke, </p><p></p><p>that last 1% went last night, and I feel like someone has pulled a very bad rotten tooth from my mouth, the freedom, the feeling of liberation is huge, it feels better than I anticipated, </p><p></p><p>Oh, and without love, you truly fear nothing, </p><p></p><p>As a Sikh, I now believe that love spoken of in scripture is a love that we know nothing about, our childish puerile attempts to understand love and share it end up in nothing but disaster, before one can share love, one needs to understand love, and for one to understand love, one first has to kill ones own false perception of love, love does not make the heart ache, love does not make you sick, love is not scary, it is not butterflies in the stomach, no it is something way way bigger than that, it is calm and pure, it empowers and it has wisdom, I would say most of us grow into adulthood with a very childish idea of what love is. </p><p></p><p>well, that brings the amount of deaths in this lifetime to 209, let us see where we go with personality #210</p><p>[doublepost=1476305567,1476253425][/doublepost]I spoke to my ex today, she rings me now and then, married with kids, nice house, nice life, it was a real pleasure to speak to her, we spent 10 years together, boxom, blue eyed and blonde, we very nearly got married, but to be fair, I don't think we were in love, maybe in love with the idea of being in love, looking back, we spent some real good times together, the end, as they all are, was bad, but we remained on speaking terms, she was 17 when I met her, where does the time go, I was a young man then, with hair! I chatted for a while, spoke to her kids, reminded her christmas was coming, she always loved christmas , until I managed to kill it in her after a few years, but I was glad to see she was looking forward to it and giggling just like she did when she was 17, after a while, she had to go, come up and see me some time, I said, bring the kids, yeah, she said, and then a pause, and then it was bye harry, do look after yourself, and she was gone. I used to watch men like me in films, sad men, quiet men, men that had lived, men with the scars of life, I envied them, envied the solitude, the freedom, the lack of responsibility, conversations with old loves, thinking about the good times with a wry smile, how I wanted that solitude, and now I have it. </p><p></p><p>My journey is now inward, I am getting a motorbike, I want to tour remote countryside with just a few herman hesse books and some nice cheese, strangely enough my awakening seems to have dampened my sex drive, frankly I would rather have a cup of tea, sitting here, in the near dark, with the world rushing by downstairs, the main road is full of cars, people, one cannot help but feel detached from the world, again free of the rituals and ceremonies of life, I want to read the great works of our age, to devour them and understand them, I feel good, happy, as far as love goes, it is the need to be loved that is destructive, not love itself, but I am still giving the matter some thought, </p><p></p><p>I will sleep well tonight</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Harry Haller, post: 210692, member: 14641"] I have been struggling the last few days, I have no wish to be different or strange, a part of me still wants love and to be loved, to share love, to give love, but I am loved, and I do love, those feelings are generated by my parents, when I need love, when I need that warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach, I ring my dad, or my mum, I have to confess that all my dad has to do is call me 'beta' in that soft accent of his, and is like a huge sticking plaster on whatever I am feeling at the time, however, there is of course the love one shares with a woman, or with society, or with people in general, that is what I am done with, most of the society that we find in need are there by their own hand, any love shown merely reverses the consequences they are suffering, until the same actions put them there again, such love is destructive, as no lesson is ever learned, in fact, such love only prolongs the learning curve, delays it, in my belief, it does not do any favours, do you show love to a gambling addict by lending them money, or a drug addict by getting more drugs? Therefore all you are then left is pure actions, actions devoid of emotion, actions that use foresight and wisdom, anything but emotions, the detaching of emotions means that a love devoid of such has to be different to the run of the mill love that most people identify with, it does raise the question what actually is love, in most cases it is for the self, a person that loves another dearly does it for the self,not for the other, a person that gives and does, only to appease a god, again is doing it for the self, selfless love therefore is possibly the purest form of love, provided it is intelligent. Allowing a homeless person to stay the night in your house, when you have never met them before sounds like a high form of love, it is not, it is gross stupidity, I think there is a tendency to assume every pure action will enable us protection from a higher force, as it is a good action, but good and bad can have opposite effects, god does not really come into it, being, as I feel, a non interventionist force. I see men every day, walking past my window, with their families, their wives, envy is not a word that comes to mind, the human spirit is capable of much, it can build spaceships, invent medicines, and yet, most of the human spirit I see out of my windows is more focused on the pointless rituals of society, of appeasing the people round them with their whimsical desires and wants, and when the ridiculous merry go round of social interaction and social problems is not enough, then people with more interesting social problems can be watched on our televisions, and when that is not enough, we can find people with bigger problems and bigger issues on our cinema screens, I think it is called entertainment. I find the whole concept of rollercoaster rides just too strange, why would anyone pay to be scared in such an artificial environment? There have been times in my life when I have had to get from A to B in quite a hurry, normally the consequences have been financial, once it was life or death, such a drive, the fear in your belly, the navigating through traffic, the driving like a madman, the rush as you realise your going to make it, save the day, stop death, or the despair as you realise its all over, the emotional highs and lows, and then when it is over, you get out and sit by the kerb, and just breathe, and people can pay money to experience this, whilst waving their hands and screaming, I cannot think of anything more ridiculous, but then looking out of my window, life is ridiculous, a bad joke, that last 1% went last night, and I feel like someone has pulled a very bad rotten tooth from my mouth, the freedom, the feeling of liberation is huge, it feels better than I anticipated, Oh, and without love, you truly fear nothing, As a Sikh, I now believe that love spoken of in scripture is a love that we know nothing about, our childish puerile attempts to understand love and share it end up in nothing but disaster, before one can share love, one needs to understand love, and for one to understand love, one first has to kill ones own false perception of love, love does not make the heart ache, love does not make you sick, love is not scary, it is not butterflies in the stomach, no it is something way way bigger than that, it is calm and pure, it empowers and it has wisdom, I would say most of us grow into adulthood with a very childish idea of what love is. well, that brings the amount of deaths in this lifetime to 209, let us see where we go with personality #210 [doublepost=1476305567,1476253425][/doublepost]I spoke to my ex today, she rings me now and then, married with kids, nice house, nice life, it was a real pleasure to speak to her, we spent 10 years together, boxom, blue eyed and blonde, we very nearly got married, but to be fair, I don't think we were in love, maybe in love with the idea of being in love, looking back, we spent some real good times together, the end, as they all are, was bad, but we remained on speaking terms, she was 17 when I met her, where does the time go, I was a young man then, with hair! I chatted for a while, spoke to her kids, reminded her christmas was coming, she always loved christmas , until I managed to kill it in her after a few years, but I was glad to see she was looking forward to it and giggling just like she did when she was 17, after a while, she had to go, come up and see me some time, I said, bring the kids, yeah, she said, and then a pause, and then it was bye harry, do look after yourself, and she was gone. I used to watch men like me in films, sad men, quiet men, men that had lived, men with the scars of life, I envied them, envied the solitude, the freedom, the lack of responsibility, conversations with old loves, thinking about the good times with a wry smile, how I wanted that solitude, and now I have it. My journey is now inward, I am getting a motorbike, I want to tour remote countryside with just a few herman hesse books and some nice cheese, strangely enough my awakening seems to have dampened my sex drive, frankly I would rather have a cup of tea, sitting here, in the near dark, with the world rushing by downstairs, the main road is full of cars, people, one cannot help but feel detached from the world, again free of the rituals and ceremonies of life, I want to read the great works of our age, to devour them and understand them, I feel good, happy, as far as love goes, it is the need to be loved that is destructive, not love itself, but I am still giving the matter some thought, I will sleep well tonight [/QUOTE]
Insert quotes…
Verification
Post reply
Discussions
Member Blogs
That Pesky Last 1%
This site uses cookies to help personalise content, tailor your experience and to keep you logged in if you register.
By continuing to use this site, you are consenting to our use of cookies.
Accept
Learn more…
Top