The One hides in plain sight everywhere; win the only battle worth winning, the quiet mastering of the five pulls inside, and melt with ease into the One.
The Arc
Look at anything: a tree, a stranger, your own hand. The One is right there, in the middle of it, and there is nothing else. Very few people notice. The One made every kind of creature and feeds every one. What hides it is the fog of me and mine. That fog keeps a heart burning day and night. Five restless pulls, anger, greed, pride and their friends, keep you half asleep. The Guru's Word washes it clean, all the way through. Some people hold on to the Word and master those five. That is the bravest win there is. Then the One hands you the winning throw. At the centre, the opening line: the One alone fills everything, everywhere.
Key Vocabulary
ayko ayk - the One and only, present in the core of all
jorh / vichhorh - joining and separating, the two movements of a life
panch doot (the five) - anger, greed, pride and their companions, read as inner pulls
sahj - natural ease
sehjay ho-ay so ho-ee - whatever comes, comes in its own ease; glad acceptance of what is
Themes and Cross-Connections
Immanence and the inner battle are the twin poles. The five thieves become five restless pulls, and mastering them is the only war worth winning. The single hand behind union and separation is deliberate comfort in the mortality-raag.
For Raag Maaroo
The hymn carries the raag's death-and-battle imagery fully inward, turning the warrior into the one brave enough to quiet the self.
Translation Notes
The five doot of v11 are inner pulls: anger, greed, pride and their companions. In v5 the fear of death runs away at the touch of grace.
Hukumnama
Subject: The One alone fills everything, everywhere Preview: a dark fog of me and mine, five troublemakers, a hundred washings, a sweet taste, winning dice.
Today: Look at anything: a tree, a stranger, your own hand. The One is right there, in the middle of it, and there is nothing else. Very few people notice. The One made every kind of creature and feeds every one. What hides it is the fog of me and mine. That fog keeps a heart burning day and night. Five restless pulls, anger, greed, pride and their friends, keep you half asleep. The Guru's Word washes it clean, all the way through. Some people hold on to the Word and master those five. That is the bravest win there is. Then the One hands you the winning throw.
The One alone fills everything, everywhere.
For today: When anger or greed shows up today, pause and say the Naam once.
The One hides in plain sight everywhere; win the only battle worth winning, the quiet mastering of the five pulls inside, and melt with ease into the One.
The Arc
Look at anything: a tree, a stranger, your own hand. The One is right there, in the middle of it, and there is nothing else. Very few people notice. The One made every kind of creature and feeds every one. What hides it is the fog of me and mine. That fog keeps a heart burning day and night. Five restless pulls, anger, greed, pride and their friends, keep you half asleep. The Guru's Word washes it clean, all the way through. Some people hold on to the Word and master those five. That is the bravest win there is. Then the One hands you the winning throw. At the centre, the opening line: the One alone fills everything, everywhere.
Key Vocabulary
Themes and Cross-Connections
Immanence and the inner battle are the twin poles. The five thieves become five restless pulls, and mastering them is the only war worth winning. The single hand behind union and separation is deliberate comfort in the mortality-raag.
For Raag Maaroo
The hymn carries the raag's death-and-battle imagery fully inward, turning the warrior into the one brave enough to quiet the self.
Translation Notes
The five doot of v11 are inner pulls: anger, greed, pride and their companions. In v5 the fear of death runs away at the touch of grace.
Hukumnama
Subject: The One alone fills everything, everywhere Preview: a dark fog of me and mine, five troublemakers, a hundred washings, a sweet taste, winning dice.
Today: Look at anything: a tree, a stranger, your own hand. The One is right there, in the middle of it, and there is nothing else. Very few people notice. The One made every kind of creature and feeds every one. What hides it is the fog of me and mine. That fog keeps a heart burning day and night. Five restless pulls, anger, greed, pride and their friends, keep you half asleep. The Guru's Word washes it clean, all the way through. Some people hold on to the Word and master those five. That is the bravest win there is. Then the One hands you the winning throw.
The One alone fills everything, everywhere.
For today: When anger or greed shows up today, pause and say the Naam once.