ਮਾਇਆ ਮੋਹੁ ਜਗਤੁ ਗੁਬਾਰਾ ॥
maa-i-aa moh jagat gubaaraa.
The world is in the darkness of love and attachment to Maya.
ਗੁਰਮੁਖਿ ਬੂਝੈ ਕੋ ਵੀਚਾਰਾ ॥
gurmukh boojhai ko veechaaraa.
How rare is that Gurmukh who contemplates, and understands.
ਆਪੇ ਨਦਰਿ ਕਰੇ ਸੋ ਪਾਏ ਆਪੇ ਮੇਲਿ ਮਿਲਾਈ ਹੇ ॥੨॥
aapay nadar karay so paa-ay aapay mayl milaa-ee hay. ||2||
He alone attains the Lord, unto whom He grants His Grace. He Himself unites in His Union. ||2||
Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
It is easy to get lost in the shine of things and forget what holds them all together.
Rare and lucky is the one who grows still enough to remember.
And that remembering is itself a gift, quietly given, drawing you home.
Waking up to the One is itself a gift you receive, not a prize you win.
Maya is the dazzle of things that makes us forget the One underneath. Waking from it is not a reward earned but a grace received; the One draws the heart back to union.
A Question to Sit With
What helps you feel awake and present instead of distracted?
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