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Publications: Japji Sahib: The Song of the Soul by Guru Nanak translated by Ek Ong Kaar Kaur Khalsa. Anand Sahib: The Song of Bliss by Guru Amar Das translated by Ek Ong Kaar Kaur Khalsa. Available through www.sikhdharma.org.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Poem: I Am Sitting in The Mountains

I am sitting in the mountains
And the cold, clear winds
The cold, clear winds
Whisper to me
Whisper to me

Stay awake.

The sun does its procession
From day to night
From night to day

And with each passing second
The earth moves on its orbit -
Into a new part of the galaxy
Into a new part of the universe
Never seen before.

We think
It is all repetition
Because there is a certain cyclical pattern that surrounds us
Thousands of years old.

But at the higher elevation – you start to see
The pattern just gives a sense of stability

While the galaxy moves into a different part of the universe
The earth moves into a different part of the galaxy

And we believe in the illusion of routine
That we are not affected.

But we are.
We are.
We deeply and profoundly

I weep for what is passing
For it is all the comfort I know.

But here in the mountains
With the cold, clear winds keeping me awake
I see

We are on a great journey into the Unknown

And the essence of that journey
Has always been
And shall always be
The ever more refined and beautiful expression
Of Love.
Of Thee.

I am singing a song to comfort myself
When there is nothing outside to give me comfort

Yet, the mountains are singing with me
And the wind and the sun
And the earth and the galaxy
And the Universe

And I wonder

What in the world, oh God of mine,
Do you have planned for me