The long wandering ends when you come home and ask to be held.
The Arc
You can spend a long time wandering, lost and far from home. Forget the One, and life falls to pieces. Chasing more never brings contentment. The glitter of things is only smoke. When "I and mine" take over, greed and anger grab the wheel. One day you feel like a king, the next like you have nothing. What you plant, you eat. All you pile up stays behind. The One who made it all stays steady and untouched. So ask to be held. Say: I have no other place to rest. Hold on to the hem of the robe, like a child in a crowd. At the centre, the Rahao: remember the One always, my friend, and keep loving the True Word.
Key Vocabulary
har simran (remembrance); santokh (contentment); maya (the shimmer of the passing world); dhoomm baadar (cloud of smoke); haumai / ha-o ha-o (the I-and-mine self); kaam, krodh, moh, lobh (craving, anger, attachment, greed); kirat (past actions, karma); alipat (unattached); saran (sanctuary); larh (hem of the robe); Naam.
Themes and Cross-Connections
Restlessness versus remembrance; ego as an illness to heal rather than a sin to punish; karma as reaping what we plant; the detached, steady Creator; sanctuary and childlike trust.
For Raag Basant
The shabad travels from a wintry, wandering heart to the spring of sanctuary — the turn toward home is itself the change of season.
Hukumnama
Subject: Remember the One always, my friend Preview: countless lifetimes, a cloud of smoke, king and beggar, the seeds you plant, the hem of a robe.
Today: You can spend a long time wandering, lost and far from home. Forget the One, and life falls to pieces. Chasing more never brings contentment. The glitter of things is only smoke. When "I and mine" take over, greed and anger grab the wheel. One day you feel like a king, the next like you have nothing. What you plant, you eat. All you pile up stays behind. The One who made it all stays steady and untouched. So ask to be held. Say: I have no other place to rest. Hold on to the hem of the robe, like a child in a crowd.
Remember the One always, my friend, and keep loving the True Word.
For today: Pause three times today and remember the One, the way you think of a good friend.
The long wandering ends when you come home and ask to be held.
The Arc
You can spend a long time wandering, lost and far from home. Forget the One, and life falls to pieces. Chasing more never brings contentment. The glitter of things is only smoke. When "I and mine" take over, greed and anger grab the wheel. One day you feel like a king, the next like you have nothing. What you plant, you eat. All you pile up stays behind. The One who made it all stays steady and untouched. So ask to be held. Say: I have no other place to rest. Hold on to the hem of the robe, like a child in a crowd. At the centre, the Rahao: remember the One always, my friend, and keep loving the True Word.
Key Vocabulary
har simran (remembrance); santokh (contentment); maya (the shimmer of the passing world); dhoomm baadar (cloud of smoke); haumai / ha-o ha-o (the I-and-mine self); kaam, krodh, moh, lobh (craving, anger, attachment, greed); kirat (past actions, karma); alipat (unattached); saran (sanctuary); larh (hem of the robe); Naam.
Themes and Cross-Connections
Restlessness versus remembrance; ego as an illness to heal rather than a sin to punish; karma as reaping what we plant; the detached, steady Creator; sanctuary and childlike trust.
For Raag Basant
The shabad travels from a wintry, wandering heart to the spring of sanctuary — the turn toward home is itself the change of season.
Hukumnama
Subject: Remember the One always, my friend Preview: countless lifetimes, a cloud of smoke, king and beggar, the seeds you plant, the hem of a robe.
Today: You can spend a long time wandering, lost and far from home. Forget the One, and life falls to pieces. Chasing more never brings contentment. The glitter of things is only smoke. When "I and mine" take over, greed and anger grab the wheel. One day you feel like a king, the next like you have nothing. What you plant, you eat. All you pile up stays behind. The One who made it all stays steady and untouched. So ask to be held. Say: I have no other place to rest. Hold on to the hem of the robe, like a child in a crowd.
Remember the One always, my friend, and keep loving the True Word.
For today: Pause three times today and remember the One, the way you think of a good friend.