...to my home, it’s kind of you to come.
There is some ONE special I want you to
see.
Come on, let me have your shoes, (I clean them, and touch my forehead as you look away.)
Welcome to my special place, this is my Baba ji's room.
Come in now.
Pardon the little balls of gold dust gathering in the corners, I haven't done much cleaning lately,
I've been too distracted by naAMnet.
I fold a blanket for you, please sit here.
(I'll sleep under this tonight.)
I offer sweetly scented flowers to the ruler of your heart.
Their perfume is pervading the room, can you smell their fragrance, don't they smell divine?
I serve
you langer.
It looks a little dark, might be scorched, i apologize for the prashada.
I just can't get the hang of puffing them but I assure you the contents are naAM cooked in nectar.
Finished
now? Let me take that for you, (I'll take langer in it, in just a bit.)
I offer you a bowl of fresh water for cleaning your hands ( I’ll drink from this, after you've gone)
Now, I'm ready to show you, what I brought you to see.
Kindly come over closer to Baba ji.
Sit here, just at the edge of the ramalas.
The light is brighter here. It’s my favorite place.
Rehraas is done. Sadh sangat has come.
See,
sitting there behind baba ji. That light is Bhai GurWAH Singh ji, The most ordinary, yet extra ordinary being. When
he does kirtan, it's all by heart. Sometimes, when he sings, I see nectar overflowing from the windows of his soul.
Notice,
there, in his heart lotus, are three flickering points of light. They are Kirtan singh, Gur shabdi kaur, and Asa di var ji.
Look
carefully, there in the shadow, is Bibi Sukhmani, see the faint outline of a glow… If you should ever meet her in the
AMrit vela, She is the sweetest of the sweet.
Listen , as they do kirtan, close your eyes, and open up your inner ear.
Can you hear, anhad? It's like sitting in smagam, night after blissful night.
Will you play tabla
now with me? A steady simple beat, this struggling soul can tune into.And your hearts' blossom will she participate, as well.
Hear, she can play these little bells. Maybe, from my background, we'll hear the strain of singhing strings, if he, feels
like playing.
I close my eyes, and as I touch the keys, ask Baba ji to please, make up for my deficiencies.
