Love Does That

All day long a little burro labors,
sometimes with heavy loads on her back and sometimes
just with worries
about things that bother only burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting
than physical labor.
Once in a while a kind monk comes
to her stable and brings
a pear, but more
than that,
he looks into the burro’s eyes and touches her ears
and for a few seconds the burro is free
and even seems to laugh,
because love does that.
Love frees.
–‘Love Does That’ by Meister Eckhart

The further I journey through my adult life, I find myself getting entangled in worries
All kinds really
And as a parent, I’ve come to know a whole new set of worries that I never knew existed…perhaps it comes with the territory

And every now and then, on the more difficult days
when I feel like I am drowning in my worries…
A shabad will find me, reach out its hand…and pull me out

I often wonder…why did Guru Sahib give us his baani?

Sometimes I think he gave it to us as a lesson…from teacher to student
Other times, I think it is clearly the Guru self-reflecting on his own experience – and we are eavesdropping

Then there’s times where I think he gave us baani, for it his way to look us in the eyes…and ‘touch our ears’

He gave it to us as an expression of His love…

Thank you, Guru Sahib
Thank you for reminding me that it will never get too dark, for my Beloved shines too bright

The Perfect Guru has saved me.
He has enshrined the Ambrosial Name of the Lord within my heart, and the filth of countless incarnations has been washed away.
The demons and wicked enemies are driven out, by meditating, and chanting the Chant of the Perfect Guru.
What can any wretched creature do to me? The radiance of my Beloved is gloriously great.
Meditating, repeating, reflecting in remembrance, I have found peace; I have enshrined His Lotus Feet within my mind.
Slave Nanak has entered His Sanctuary; there is none above Him.
Please take a minute to experience this shabad in raag bilaval.  Kirtan seva by Bhai Onkar Singh

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