To Become A True Professional [Poem]

To become a true architect, you must learn the architecture of the heart,
To become a true engineer, you must learn the inner engineering.
To become a true programmer, you must learn to reprogram your own mind,
To become a true accountant, you must know each action is a transaction.
To become a true analyst, you must be able to analyse your own thoughts,
To become a true consultant, you must be able to consult your higher Self.
To become a true artist, you must be able to paint the future of your life,
To become a true musician, you must be able to access the depths of your Soul.
To become a true priest, you must see God in everyone,
To become a true farmer, you must be able to plant the seed of Truth.
To become a true builder, you must know how to build your integrity,
To become a true entrepreneur, you must learn to transcend uncertainty.
To become a true sales person, you must learn to become authentic,
To become a true marketer, you must learn to listen to your intuition.
To become a true politician, you must learn honesty in service,
To become a true doctor, you must learn the medicine of the heart.
To become a true soldier, you must learn to submit to God,
To become a true volunteer, you must learn to ask for help.
To become a true leader, you must learn to be humble always,
To become a true human being, you must learn to be you, to be.

By Guru's Grace, Jasdeep Hari Bhajan Singh Khalsa - 15/03/2012 (Hot off the Press! ;D)

Plea To The Guru

Oh Lord, in this Dark Age of the Kaliyuga, all morality has declined,
And with it I feel the separation from my Source.
I see that people have forgotten their values, their history, their traditions,
I see that people are in doubt about life and the spiritual realms, about the path of the Guru.
I hope that I may be your instrument to bring the pure light back to the world,
I hope that may you give me your grace so I can play my part.
I now see both the hope and the despair of this human race,
Some are in the brightest day and others in the darkest night of the Soul.
I see people have too much jealousy, anger, pride, sexual desire and attachment,
In spite of the luxuries of the modern world, people are not free,
They believe freedom is in rejecting everything and forgetting one's origin,
But rather it is in remembering our great ancestors and teachers, to whom we owe our lives,
Freedom is in realising what you naturally love to do, in building on your strengths and in getting rid of your weaknesses,
Freedom is in singing the praises of the Guru and God, in asking for their blessings,
Freedom is in choosing to sacrifice one's life for another, for defending a principle,
Freedom is in loving the world, sharing, and being its hope and support.
Only I have faults, the Guru is perfect.
By Guru's Grace, I have written this for the future.

Jasdeep Hari Bhajan Singh Khalsa - 30/01/2012

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I'm So In Love [Poem]

I'm so in love, I'm so in love, with life and all its facets.
Each experience everyday brings me closer to this love.
Life is an incredible mystery, Divine in its origin.
This fool is in love with living life as an Odyssey.

Religiosity plays no part, the people are the Gods.
I worship their service, gives me satisfaction like wine.
Rich is that one, who gives all to the needy.
And leaves for himself, but a dime to eat with.

Still I do not know the way life will take me.
But my heart knows exactly what it wants.
You do not know what you want till you search deeply.
You just follow fame, fortune, ego very sheep-ly.

Whether I die and I'm gone, is no matter to me.
Just that I left the world better than what I see.
I cherish in good things like charity and simplicity.
I banish those things which eat away my clarity.

All of us sudden, from a deep sleep I see.
That the world is a beautiful place to live and be.
Each of us think we're chained, and yet we're free.
This is the test of choice, given by Divinity.

Thee and me, is no difference I see.
I do not know a God bigger than the real me.
For I encompass eternity, time and reality.
I am all there is, in what I see and don't see.

Free yourself from barriers. Free yourself from thoughts.
Free yourself from carriers. Free yourself from noughts.
Free yourself from anger. Free yourself from pains.
Free yourself from danger. Free yourself from stains.

For, this fool is in love with living life as an Odyssey.

Divine in its origin, life is an incredible mystery.
I'm so in love, I'm so in love, with life and all its ability.

Each experience everyday brings me closer to Infinity.


By Guru's Grace - JHBSK - 08/11/11

My Eyes Water With Love

My eyes water with love,
My eyes water with smiles from my heart,
My eyes water at the beauty of it all,
My eyes water with pure love.

My eyes water with joy,
My eyes water with peace,
My eyes water with sweetness,
My eyes water at the simplicity of it all.

My eyes water with love,
My eyes water,
My eyes water with love for you,
My eyes water with love for me.

I'm in love with you,
I'm in love with me,
What else does one need?
Love. Love. Love. Love.

It's all love. It's all love.
My eyes water in gratitude,
My eyes water with love.
My eyes water with pure love.

By Guru's Grace - JHBSK, 10 August 2011

My Eyes Water With Love

My eyes water with love,
My eyes water with smiles from my heart,
My eyes water at the beauty of it all,
My eyes water with pure love.

My eyes water with joy,
My eyes water with peace,
My eyes water with sweetness,
My eyes water at the simplicity of it all.

My eyes water with love,
My eyes water,
My eyes water with love for you,
My eyes water with love for me.

I'm in love with you,
I'm in love with me,
What else does one need?
Love. Love. Love. Love.

It's all love. It's all love.
My eyes water in gratitude,
My eyes water with love.
My eyes water with pure love.

By Guru's Grace - JHBSK, 10 August 2011

Hidden Mystery by Fred Burks

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the most beautiful jewel
Shining forth eternally

Within that precious jewel
Within that priceless piece of we
Lies a time beyond all time
Lies a place beyond all space

Within that sacred source of radiance
Lies a love beyond all love
Waiting
          Waiting
                    Waiting
Ever so patiently

Waiting for you, waiting for me
Waiting patiently for all to see
The beauty that is you inside of me
The beauty that is me inside of thee

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the love and wisdom
Of all Eternity

Hidden Mystery by Fred Burks

Hidden Mystery by Fred Burks

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the most beautiful jewel
Shining forth eternally

Within that precious jewel
Within that priceless piece of we
Lies a time beyond all time
Lies a place beyond all space

Within that sacred source of radiance
Lies a love beyond all love
Waiting
          Waiting
                    Waiting
Ever so patiently

Waiting for you, waiting for me
Waiting patiently for all to see
The beauty that is you inside of me
The beauty that is me inside of thee

In the deepest depths of you and me
In the deepest depths of we
Lies the love and wisdom
Of all Eternity

Hidden Mystery by Fred Burks

Poem by Joseph Merrick

'Tis true my form is something odd,

But blaming me is blaming God;

Could I create myself anew

I would not fail in pleasing you.

If I could reach from pole to pole

Or grasp the ocean with a span,

I would be measured by the soul;

The mind's the standard of the man.

—poem used by Joseph Merrick to end his letters, adapted from "False Greatness" by Isaac Watts

Poem by Joseph Merrick

'Tis true my form is something odd,

But blaming me is blaming God;

Could I create myself anew

I would not fail in pleasing you.

If I could reach from pole to pole

Or grasp the ocean with a span,

I would be measured by the soul;

The mind's the standard of the man.

—poem used by Joseph Merrick to end his letters, adapted from "False Greatness" by Isaac Watts

Progress and Comparison

Progress comes when progress stops,
Like the stopping of a ticking clock,
Like time becoming a timeless lot,
Like life becomes what is and is not.

Comparison, a useless activity,
Uniqueness, the only reality,
Stop comparing against another,
Eliminate the duality altogether.

Success, a self-created ideology,
Its just a simple psychology,
No one is a prodigy,
Everyone is just biology.

Performance, just an idea,
Just another comparison,
Creating an inner fear,
Of not making it, my dear.

Steer towards nothing,
To have access to everything,
Taking no stance,
Makes the Universe sing.

Bring yourself to zero,
You are nothing, nothing,
Then you will be a hero,
You'll be something, something.

One thing is very clear,
Peer into oneself,
Find a silent place,
To clear the piling shelf.

Never will life be the same,
Life loses its apparent game,
To all the Gods, a shame,
Nobody left to blame.

Fame and forture is yours,
Universe works it all out,
Transcend self-created laws,
Accepting all the flaws.

Perfection is possible,
But not the perfection you know,
Perfection is not trying,
Perfection is the inner glow.

Show your true light,
Share your inner wisdom,
Challenge your apparent sight,
Don't flight and don't fight.

Height of life is humility,
Might of life is tranquility,
Key of life is nothingness,
Face of life is oneness.

Vaheguru. Vaheguru.
Vaheguru. Vaheguru.
Vaheguru. Vaheguru.
Vaheguru. Vaheguru.

By Guru's Utter Grace - JHBSK - Completed 06/11/2010


I had a desire to write about my current state of nothingness, even writing about it cannot really describe it and does not make it true that I am in this state, since I have lost the ability of comparison. But reading all the 12 stanzas, which mainly wrote themselves, I could only say Vaheguru! And this completed the 13th stanza of the poem, taking the reader into ecstasy. Sat Naam.

Progress and Comparison

Progress comes when progress stops,
Like the stopping of a ticking clock,
Like time becoming a timeless lot,
Like life becomes what is and is not.

Comparison, a useless activity,
Uniqueness, the only reality,
Stop comparing against another,
Eliminate the duality altogether.

Success, a self-created ideology,
Its just a simple psychology,
No one is a prodigy,
Everyone is just biology.

Performance, just an idea,
Just another comparison,
Creating an inner fear,
Of not making it, my dear.

Steer towards nothing,
To have access to everything,
Taking no stance,
Makes the Universe sing.

Bring yourself to zero,
You are nothing, nothing,
Then you will be a hero,
You'll be something, something.

One thing is very clear,
Peer into oneself,
Find a silent place,
To clear the piling shelf.

Never will life be the same,
Life loses its apparent game,
To all the Gods, a shame,
Nobody left to blame.

Fame and forture is yours,
Universe works it all out,
Transcend self-created laws,
Accepting all the flaws.

Perfection is possible,
But not the perfection you know,
Perfection is not trying,
Perfection is the inner glow.

Show your true light,
Share your inner wisdom,
Challenge your apparent sight,
Don't flight and don't fight.

Height of life is humility,
Might of life is tranquility,
Key of life is nothingness,
Face of life is oneness.

Vaheguru. Vaheguru.
Vaheguru. Vaheguru.
Vaheguru. Vaheguru.
Vaheguru. Vaheguru.

By Guru's Utter Grace - JHBSK - Completed 06/11/2010


I had a desire to write about my current state of nothingness, even writing about it cannot really describe it and does not make it true that I am in this state, since I have lost the ability of comparison. But reading all the 12 stanzas, which mainly wrote themselves, I could only say Vaheguru! And this completed the 13th stanza of the poem, taking the reader into ecstasy. Sat Naam.

The Fun Side Of Life

People go around all "serious" about life. I find it funny.

People go around searching for something. Something called money.

Just point a rifle at your life and shoot it, like a bunny.

Your old life will die and your nose will become, well, runny.

Sunny are the skies when life is enjoyed,

Employed like a tactic of happy joy,

Mix the ingredients into life's Wok, with soy,

Sauce is the spice of life to deploy.

Boy is life simple, sweet like a dimple,

Pimple arises only with too much oil,

Boil the egg fully before eating,

Seating yourself in your own throne.

Bone is left after flesh is removed,

Proved is nothing, just approved,

Moved we have from the ages of old,

Gold is sitting within the human mould.

Fold your trousers neatly after washing,

Sqaushing will not help you to heal,

Feel the life within your own life,

Strife is removed before the musical fife.

Wife and husband must meet together,

Whether they gather in love is a choice,

Rejoice either way, for the will is set,

Bet on the inner guidance to forget.

Rosette is the heart in your centre,

Let your heart become your mentor,

The heart is life's ultimate inventor,

Let your mind make her the presenter.

Because, people go around all "serious" about life. I find it funny.

People go around searching for something. Something called money.

Just point a rifle at your life and shoot it, like a bunny.

Your old life will die and your nose will become, well, runny.

By Guru's Grace - JHSBK - 26/10/2010

The Fun Side Of Life

People go around all "serious" about life. I find it funny.

People go around searching for something. Something called money.

Just point a rifle at your life and shoot it, like a bunny.

Your old life will die and your nose will become, well, runny.

Sunny are the skies when life is enjoyed,

Employed like a tactic of happy joy,

Mix the ingredients into life's Wok, with soy,

Sauce is the spice of life to deploy.

Boy is life simple, sweet like a dimple,

Pimple arises only with too much oil,

Boil the egg fully before eating,

Seating yourself in your own throne.

Bone is left after flesh is removed,

Proved is nothing, just approved,

Moved we have from the ages of old,

Gold is sitting within the human mould.

Fold your trousers neatly after washing,

Sqaushing will not help you to heal,

Feel the life within your own life,

Strife is removed before the musical fife.

Wife and husband must meet together,

Whether they gather in love is a choice,

Rejoice either way, for the will is set,

Bet on the inner guidance to forget.

Rosette is the heart in your centre,

Let your heart become your mentor,

The heart is life's ultimate inventor,

Let your mind make her the presenter.

Because, people go around all "serious" about life. I find it funny.

People go around searching for something. Something called money.

Just point a rifle at your life and shoot it, like a bunny.

Your old life will die and your nose will become, well, runny.

By Guru's Grace - JHSBK - 26/10/2010

Unmani - No Mind

Unmani.
Beyond mind,
We find,
The Unmanifest.

Unmani.
Beyond reason,
The season,
Always Spring.

Unmani.
Beyond thought,
We sought,
The Unmanipulated.

Unmani.
Beyond desire,
The fire,
Always cool.

Unmani. Unmani.
Unmanifest Spring.
Unmani. Unmani.
Unmanipulated cool.

Beyond mind, beyond reason.
Beyond thought, beyond desire.
We find, the season,
We sought, the fire.

Unmani - No Mind

Unmani.
Beyond mind,
We find,
The Unmanifest.

Unmani.
Beyond reason,
The season,
Always Spring.

Unmani.
Beyond thought,
We sought,
The Unmanipulated.

Unmani.
Beyond desire,
The fire,
Always cool.

Unmani. Unmani.
Unmanifest Spring.
Unmani. Unmani.
Unmanipulated cool.

Beyond mind, beyond reason.
Beyond thought, beyond desire.
We find, the season,
We sought, the fire.

Merge with the Flow

Continually it flows,

Smoothly it runs,

The Universe, it works.

Struggling in resistance,

Suffering in pain,

It’s not working out.

Blocking the flow,

Re-routing the run,

The harmony is lost.

Submit to the flow,

Accept the consequence,

The Universe, it creates miraculously.

Merge with the Flow

Continually it flows,

Smoothly it runs,

The Universe, it works.

Struggling in resistance,

Suffering in pain,

It’s not working out.

Blocking the flow,

Re-routing the run,

The harmony is lost.

Submit to the flow,

Accept the consequence,

The Universe, it creates miraculously.

Fear

In fear I am afraid. More than afraid. More than scared. I am closed. I shelter myself. I try to protect myself. I fight that which I fear with my head down, my eyes closed. I hope that when I open my eyes that which I fear will have gone away.

I look around now, with my eyes open, head up. I see nothing to fear.

I think. What do people fear? Uncertainty? Death? I have no fear of such things. I feel like the wind. Blown into any direction, it doesn’t really matter. Here one moment, gone another. It doesn’t really matter.

Yet I feel fear. Strong fear. Painful fear. Fear that I am unable to ignore. I try to shelter myself. I still feel it. Stabbing.

And I know it. I fear nothing but myself. I fear my mind. It is strong. It creates. It creates thoughts and on its creations I act. I make judgements, decisions, actions.

I go within myself and I find fear. Deep and dark. I can’t hide from it. It finds me. I find it.

That which I fear is that which is not True. Not True to me. Not my Truth.

That which I fear creates a pain so deep it is like I can feel it penetrating through my heart.

These creations they pierce my heart. They are not my heart. Not True to my heart.

My Truth it must be strong, since I can feel it fighting back.

Faith. I place faith in my heart. Faith it will battle to overcome the fear. Destroy the pain. Kill the fear.

Head up, eyes open. I stand tall. I stand strong. I see the world. I see myself. I am my Truth.

Sat Naam.

Fear

In fear I am afraid. More than afraid. More than scared. I am closed. I shelter myself. I try to protect myself. I fight that which I fear with my head down, my eyes closed. I hope that when I open my eyes that which I fear will have gone away.

I look around now, with my eyes open, head up. I see nothing to fear.

I think. What do people fear? Uncertainty? Death? I have no fear of such things. I feel like the wind. Blown into any direction, it doesn’t really matter. Here one moment, gone another. It doesn’t really matter.

Yet I feel fear. Strong fear. Painful fear. Fear that I am unable to ignore. I try to shelter myself. I still feel it. Stabbing.

And I know it. I fear nothing but myself. I fear my mind. It is strong. It creates. It creates thoughts and on its creations I act. I make judgements, decisions, actions.

I go within myself and I find fear. Deep and dark. I can’t hide from it. It finds me. I find it.

That which I fear is that which is not True. Not True to me. Not my Truth.

That which I fear creates a pain so deep it is like I can feel it penetrating through my heart.

These creations they pierce my heart. They are not my heart. Not True to my heart.

My Truth it must be strong, since I can feel it fighting back.

Faith. I place faith in my heart. Faith it will battle to overcome the fear. Destroy the pain. Kill the fear.

Head up, eyes open. I stand tall. I stand strong. I see the world. I see myself. I am my Truth.

Sat Naam.