The five tigers grow quiet, the whirlpools go still, and the fear melts away.
The Arc
Inside you prowl five tigers: anger, greed, clinging, pride and wanting. Ten wolves, your senses running wild, drag you around. Three whirlpools spin you in circles. The One stops them all, and in the Sangat the fear of going round and round is gone. Repeat the Naam, and a mountain of wrongs burns up like straw. The One, pure joy, shows up everywhere. The huge ocean shrinks to a calf's hoofprint. A sea fits in a cup, and for the Maker that is nothing strange. Cut off from the One, you sink. Lifted out, you are filled with joy. Good and bad are not in your control, so sing with love. At the centre, the Rahao: remembering the One, you come alive, held safe and forgiven.
Key Vocabulary
Panch / das / teen — five (inner vices), ten (senses), three (the qualities/pulls of the world). Saadh sang — the company of the good. Sindh samaa-i-o ghatukay maahi — the ocean contained in a pitcher. Paap punn hamrai vas naahi — vice and virtue not under my control.
Themes and Cross-Connections
The numbered inner map connects to the whole tradition's psychology of the panch chor (five thieves). The 'ocean in a cup' rhymes with Shabad 68 and Shabad 72 — grace making the vast small and the impossible light.
For Raag Raamkalee
Raamkalee's steadiness suits a shabad about storms going still; the raag holds the calm that the words describe.
Hukumnama
Subject: Remembering the One, I come alive Preview: Five tigers struck down, ten wolves driven off, a mountain burnt like straw, and an ocean in a little cup.
Today: Inside you prowl five tigers: anger, greed, clinging, pride and wanting. Ten wolves, your senses running wild, drag you around. Three whirlpools spin you in circles. The One stops them all, and in the Sangat the fear of going round and round is gone. Repeat the Naam, and a mountain of wrongs burns up like straw. The One, pure joy, shows up everywhere. The huge ocean shrinks to a calf's hoofprint. A sea fits in a cup, and for the Maker that is nothing strange. Cut off from the One, you sink. Lifted out, you are filled with joy. Good and bad are not in your control, so sing with love.
Remembering the One, you come alive, held safe and forgiven.
For today: Pause three times today, take a slow breath, and remember the One.
The five tigers grow quiet, the whirlpools go still, and the fear melts away.
The Arc
Inside you prowl five tigers: anger, greed, clinging, pride and wanting. Ten wolves, your senses running wild, drag you around. Three whirlpools spin you in circles. The One stops them all, and in the Sangat the fear of going round and round is gone. Repeat the Naam, and a mountain of wrongs burns up like straw. The One, pure joy, shows up everywhere. The huge ocean shrinks to a calf's hoofprint. A sea fits in a cup, and for the Maker that is nothing strange. Cut off from the One, you sink. Lifted out, you are filled with joy. Good and bad are not in your control, so sing with love. At the centre, the Rahao: remembering the One, you come alive, held safe and forgiven.
Key Vocabulary
Panch / das / teen — five (inner vices), ten (senses), three (the qualities/pulls of the world). Saadh sang — the company of the good. Sindh samaa-i-o ghatukay maahi — the ocean contained in a pitcher. Paap punn hamrai vas naahi — vice and virtue not under my control.
Themes and Cross-Connections
The numbered inner map connects to the whole tradition's psychology of the panch chor (five thieves). The 'ocean in a cup' rhymes with Shabad 68 and Shabad 72 — grace making the vast small and the impossible light.
For Raag Raamkalee
Raamkalee's steadiness suits a shabad about storms going still; the raag holds the calm that the words describe.
Hukumnama
Subject: Remembering the One, I come alive Preview: Five tigers struck down, ten wolves driven off, a mountain burnt like straw, and an ocean in a little cup.
Today: Inside you prowl five tigers: anger, greed, clinging, pride and wanting. Ten wolves, your senses running wild, drag you around. Three whirlpools spin you in circles. The One stops them all, and in the Sangat the fear of going round and round is gone. Repeat the Naam, and a mountain of wrongs burns up like straw. The One, pure joy, shows up everywhere. The huge ocean shrinks to a calf's hoofprint. A sea fits in a cup, and for the Maker that is nothing strange. Cut off from the One, you sink. Lifted out, you are filled with joy. Good and bad are not in your control, so sing with love.
Remembering the One, you come alive, held safe and forgiven.
For today: Pause three times today, take a slow breath, and remember the One.