It must be Basant

I know…a Shabad reminded me so
And thank God for that, or else I never would have known

When I look outside, there’s no Basant. It doesn’t feel like Spring
It is cold…frigid even. There is no blossoming, no blooming, no rejuvenation, no growth
When I look inside, deep within my soul, there is no Basant either
It is cold…frigid even. There is no blossoming, no blooming, no rejuvenation, no growth

But I fear not

For my Guru shakes me out of my malaise, and says to me “Bholiya!” (Ignorant One)
“Haumai Surat Visaar” (Let go of your egotistical intellect)

He tells me to check my ego, reflect on His name, and absorb the virtues of the divine

Then…a warmth comes over me

And for a split second, I find myself lying under a tree.
A tree made up of my deeds,
With branches made of Simran
Upon this tree grows fruits of knowledge and flowers of discipline
Leaves are made of awareness
And my egoless mind shades me from the sun
A beautiful Spring day, a warm breeze touches my face, a silence so deep…all I hear is the vibration of His name

And in a moment…it all disappears

When I am filled with hurt and sadness, all I can offer the world is hurt and sadness
When I am filled with Basant, all I can offer the world is love

SatGuru, grant me this wish –

Please let my Basant last forever…

Inspired by Guru Nanak Sahib’s experience: