By Ruby Singh
We walk | together | my foot unsure where it will land | we have become fleeting moments | this world marked | still | you reach into my spine pull vertebrae | toward sky |
by the guru’s grace (Waheguru) ਵਾਹੇਗੁਰੂ
The taste of morning air | tender, temporal | calendar reminders interrupt | pulling me away | this obstacle course | marks a return path | forming around my rib | icicles | reach for my heart |
by the guru’s grace (Waheguru) ਵਾਹੇਗੁਰੂ
What fear wouldn’t melt | when I’m immersed | what bleeds becomes yours | my hands, yours | my tongue, yours | this body an offering back to what we are | an extension of your generosity |
by the guru’s grace (Waheguru) ਵਾਹੇਗੁਰੂ
Prayer smoke | remembrance | mother’s lips greet the dawn | amrit vela ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿ ਤਮ੍ਰਿ ਵੇਲਾ | bare feet and covered head | offer humility | find the pilgrimage between
forehead and ground |
Mutha take ਮੱਥਾ ਟੇਕ
Remember, child of the word | you too are hymn | to bring solace | understanding song lives in every breath | If we can tune our heart to the waves | plunge through floor into the infinite |
Mutha take ਮੱਥਾ ਟੇਕ
form | grip our spirits, pull them through these bodies | allowing them to lead | realign our paths | we do our best to follow | the lantern of your footprints through this forest dark |
by the guru’s grace (Waheguru) ਵਾਹੇਗੁਰੂ
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