Sandcastle

[xPreetx]

Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.

A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket. Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.

All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.

A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.

Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.

Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.

The grown up, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.

"It's my castle," he defies.

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

Go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. When the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. Salute the process of life and go home. Remember we came empty-handed and we will go empty-handed. Everything we have is blessed to us by Waheguru. But yet we forget that. Unlike the child we keep gathering and gathering thinking that we can keep all of it for forever. But who knows what is going to happen the next second? Only my Patshah knows that. If you want to build...build a castle of love, faith and peace and believe me, that's the only castle that will have value in His court.........

ਭੈਰਉ ਮਹਲਾ ੫ ॥

Bẖairo mėhlā 5.

Bhairao, Fifth Mehl:

ਊਠਤ ਸੁਖੀਆ ਬੈਠਤ ਸੁਖੀਆ ॥

Ūṯẖaṯ sukẖī▫ā baiṯẖaṯ sukẖī▫ā.

Standing up, I am at peace; sitting down, I am at peace.

ਭਉ ਨਹੀ ਲਾਗੈ ਜਾਂ ਐਸੇ ਬੁਝੀਆ ॥੧॥

Bẖa▫o nahī lāgai jāʼn aise bujẖī▫ā. ||1||

I feel no fear, because this is what I understand. ||1||

ਰਾਖਾ ਏਕੁ ਹਮਾਰਾ ਸੁਆਮੀ ॥

Rākẖā ek hamārā su▫āmī.

The One Lord, my Lord and Master, is my Protector.

ਸਗਲ ਘਟਾ ਕਾ ਅੰਤਰਜਾਮੀ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥

Sagal gẖatā kā anṯarjāmī. ||1|| rahā▫o.

He is the Inner-knower, the Searcher of Hearts. ||1||Pause||

ਸੋਇ ਅਚਿੰਤਾ ਜਾਗਿ ਅਚਿੰਤਾ ॥

So▫e acẖinṯā jāg acẖinṯā.

I sleep without worry, and I awake without worry.

ਜਹਾ ਕਹਾਂ ਪ੍ਰਭੁ ਤੂੰ ਵਰਤੰਤਾ ॥੨॥

Jahā kahāʼn parabẖ ṯūʼn //ṯanṯā. ||2||

You, O God, are pervading everywhere. ||2||

ਘਰਿ ਸੁਖਿ ਵਸਿਆ ਬਾਹਰਿ ਸੁਖੁ ਪਾਇਆ ॥

Gẖar sukẖ vasi▫ā bāhar sukẖ pā▫i▫ā.

I dwell in peace in my home, and I am at peace outside.

ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਗੁਰਿ ਮੰਤ੍ਰੁ ਦ੍ਰਿੜਾਇਆ ॥੩॥੨॥

Kaho Nānak gur manṯar driṛ▫ā▫i▫ā. ||3||2||

Says Nanak, the Guru has implanted His Mantra within me. ||3||2||

[.- Prabhjot Singh -.]

ah! Brilliant post as always phenji G keep up the good work!

[I humbly bow]

Go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. When the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. Salute the process of life and go home. Remember we came empty-handed and we will go empty-handed.

Awww, your message at the end is so beautiful!

[Trying to be Khalsa]

Hot sun. Salty air. Rhythmic waves.

A little boy is on his knees scooping and packing the sand with plastic shovels into a bright blue bucket. Then he upends the bucket on the surface and lifts it. And, to the delight of the little architect, a castle tower is created.

All afternoon he will work. Spooning out the moat. Packing the walls. Bottle tops will be sentries. Popsicle sticks will be bridges. A sandcastle will be built.

Big city. Busy streets. Rumbling traffic.

A man is in his office. At his desk he shuffles papers into stacks and delegates assignments. He cradles the phone on his shoulder and punches the keyboard with his fingers. Numbers are juggled and contracts are signed and much to the delight of the man, a profit is made.

All his life he will work. Formulating the plans. Forecasting the future. Annuities will be sentries. Capital gains will be bridges. An empire will be built.

Two builders of two castles. They have much in common. They shape granules into grandeurs. They see nothing and make something. They are diligent and determined. And for both the tide will rise and the end will come.

Yet that is where the similarities cease. For the boy sees the end while the man ignores it. Watch the boy as the dusk approaches.

As the waves near, the wise child jumps to his feet and begins to clap. There is no sorrow. No fear. No regret. He knew this would happen. He is not surprised. And when the great breaker crashes into his castle and his masterpiece is sucked into the sea, he smiles. He smiles, picks up his tools, takes his father's hand, and goes home.

The grown up, however, is not so wise. As the wave of years collapses on his castle he is terrified. He hovers over the sandy monument to protect it. He blocks the waves from the walls he has made. Salt-water soaked and shivering he snarls at the incoming tide.

"It's my castle," he defies.

The ocean need not respond. Both know to whom the sand belongs...

Go ahead and build, but build with a child's heart. When the sun sets and the tides take - applaud. Salute the process of life and go home. Remember we came empty-handed and we will go empty-handed. Everything we have is blessed to us by Waheguru. But yet we forget that. Unlike the child we keep gathering and gathering thinking that we can keep all of it for forever. But who knows what is going to happen the next second? Only my Patshah knows that. If you want to build...build a castle of love, faith and peace and believe me, that's the only castle that will have value in His court.........

ਭੈਰਉ ਮਹਲਾ ੫ ॥

Bẖairo mėhlā 5.

Bhairao, Fifth Mehl:

ਊਠਤ ਸੁਖੀਆ ਬੈਠਤ ਸੁਖੀਆ ॥

Ūṯẖaṯ sukẖī▫ā baiṯẖaṯ sukẖī▫ā.

Standing up, I am at peace; sitting down, I am at peace.

ਭਉ ਨਹੀ ਲਾਗੈ ਜਾਂ ਐਸੇ ਬੁਝੀਆ ॥੧॥

Bẖa▫o nahī lāgai jāʼn aise bujẖī▫ā. ||1||

I feel no fear, because this is what I understand. ||1||

ਰਾਖਾ ਏਕੁ ਹਮਾਰਾ ਸੁਆਮੀ ॥

Rākẖā ek hamārā su▫āmī.

The One Lord, my Lord and Master, is my Protector.

ਸਗਲ ਘਟਾ ਕਾ ਅੰਤਰਜਾਮੀ ॥੧॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥

Sagal gẖatā kā anṯarjāmī. ||1|| rahā▫o.

He is the Inner-knower, the Searcher of Hearts. ||1||Pause||

ਸੋਇ ਅਚਿੰਤਾ ਜਾਗਿ ਅਚਿੰਤਾ ॥

So▫e acẖinṯā jāg acẖinṯā.

I sleep without worry, and I awake without worry.

ਜਹਾ ਕਹਾਂ ਪ੍ਰਭੁ ਤੂੰ ਵਰਤੰਤਾ ॥੨॥

Jahā kahāʼn parabẖ ṯūʼn //ṯanṯā. ||2||

You, O God, are pervading everywhere. ||2||

ਘਰਿ ਸੁਖਿ ਵਸਿਆ ਬਾਹਰਿ ਸੁਖੁ ਪਾਇਆ ॥

Gẖar sukẖ vasi▫ā bāhar sukẖ pā▫i▫ā.

I dwell in peace in my home, and I am at peace outside.

ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਗੁਰਿ ਮੰਤ੍ਰੁ ਦ੍ਰਿੜਾਇਆ ॥੩॥੨॥

Kaho Nānak gur manṯar driṛ▫ā▫i▫ā. ||3||2||

Says Nanak, the Guru has implanted His Mantra within me. ||3||2||

very beautiful reality , penji