Just a little nod, a little look
Far better than any book
He comes with folded handsome smile
“I hope I’m not disturbing you”
We can only sit and stare
At the beloved Master sitting there
Sending out love all around
Rose petals falling on the ground
He gathers us in his arms
He takes us to Sach Khand
This is not a river you can cross by a bridge:
I stand not yet tall enough
On this earthen floor of faith.
[Editor’s note: MK wrote this poem several years ago in the days following the death of her husband – struggling with shock, grief and the obligation to keep on going… “Simran” means the repetition of names of God, sometimes called constant interior prayer.]
Walk with me, Simran, dear husband, sweet love.
I am circling around God… and I have been circling for a thousand years, and I still don’t know if I am a falcon, a storm, a great song – or a tiny little seed.
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