Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
On the thirteenth day, think of a tree growing right at the edge of the sea, where the waves could wear it away.
A life can feel that exposed. But send your roots down deep into love for the One, and those roots grow strong -- steady enough that the fear and the waves cannot pull you under.
That deep root is a kind of wonder-filled respect for the One -- not being scared, but standing in awe of something vast and good. Hold that, and you rest secure, at home on solid ground.
trayodashi, the thirteenth day. tarvar samud kanaarai -- the tree on the seashore; amrit mool -- its roots become deathless when the mind is attuned in love. The word for "fear" here, dar, is reverent awe -- the healthy wonder that drives out ordinary dread. The one so rooted "sits on the throne" -- secure, at home.
What are the deep roots that keep you steady when things get rough?
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