Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
This peace is not something you force into being, it arrives like grace, quietly opening a door that was always there.
And when it does, the small separate feeling of 'just me' softens and dissolves.
Like a drop slipping back into the river, water becoming water, the heart returns to the Oneness it was always part of.
This one ends the shabad: by grace, you blend with the One like water into water.
Gur kirpaa jih nar ka-o keenee — the person the Guru blesses with grace. Tih ih jugat pachhaanee — that person understands this way of living. The door is grace, not effort.
Then comes the famous picture: leen bha-i-o gobind si-o ji-o paanee sang paanee. They merge with Gobind, the Lord of the world, like water poured into water. Pour a cup of water into a lake. You can't find "your" water anymore. It hasn't been destroyed. It has simply joined what it always belonged to.
That is what happens to haumai, the feeling of being a small, separate "me." It isn't wiped out. It just melts into the One.
Have you ever felt part of something much bigger than yourself?
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