"What awaits, I know not, but I deem

[Gurjeet_Kaur]

supnY aUBI BeI gihE kI n AMclw ]

In a dream, I was lifted up; why didn't I grasp the hem of His Robe?

suMdr purK ibrwijq pyiK mnu bMclw ]

Gazing upon the Beautiful Lord relaxing there, my mind was charmed and fascinated.

Kojau qw ky crx khhu kq pweIAY ]

I am searching for His Feet - tell me, where can I find Him?

hirhW soeI jqMnu bqwie sKI ipRau pweIAY ]13]

O Lord! Tell me how I can find my Beloved, O my companion. ||13||

Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 10:37:32 -0700

From: "Guru Khalsa"

Subject: Wretch

Waheguru ji ka Khalsa

Waheguru ji ki Fateh

Something so peculiar has happened that I must write it down while it is fresh

in my mind.

I was out for a stroll today, when I came upon the oddest caricature. An elderly

woman of indeterminable age was sitting close to a gate and mumbling. A strange

light gleamed from her eyes and she seemed quite mad. She was attired in

assorted raiment of non-descript garments covered with filth from which could be

seen protruding scraps of the finest materials. The colour, worn and faded, must

have at one time shone with luster. There could be no doubt that these were her

own,

as the fit was impeccably tailored to her frame.

More over the locks of her tresses were bound up as a married woman, but she

wore no ring as befitted a former bride, nor for that matter jewelry of any kind

which might be expected in one of her station according to the remnant of her

fine clothing. On her wrist was a rusted bangle, and a dagger strung at her hip.

I bent forward to hear what she might be muttering. It seemed as though she

uttered just one plea over again and again. I made out one word "waheguru".

Interspersed she would cry aloud "hamaree pyaree AMritdharee". I could make no

sense of this. But I was moved by the earnest expression in the bearing of her

countenance.

I knelt in front of her and made and inquiry of sorts. "My Dame, you seem is

some sort of distress. Might I be of any assistance?"

It took some insistence on my part before she recognized I was there. Then she

reached out and clutched my coat. "I'm lost, I have lost my beloved," she

lamented. There was urgency to her voice. Before I could reply she hurriedly

continued. "It's my fault, all my fault". Tears starting from the corners of her

eyes slid down her wizened cheeks. "I had the most wonderful love, a treasure

beyond compare. I laughed, loved, and lived in unutterable beauty. Like a

butterfly on wing sipping nectar from rose petals, my days were then. But alas,

I let it slip from my grasp by sheer ingratitude and neglect. I was so contented

I took it completely for granted. When I woke from the stupor of my intoxication

I was left thus." She spread her hands helplessly. "One day I was queen, and the

next, a beggar. Oh there are some shreds of my passion remaining;" she assented,

fingering her former finery. "But the essence has trickled away. Like golddust

spilling from a hole in the pocket, all that remains is its glimmering leavings.

But my fortune is lost." Her voice trailed off. "I was a sill

y girl. I reveled

in my moment but forwent my opportunity of everlasting quintessence. Quite

simply I wandered in to the world and lost my way. The track to my beloveds

abode and been paved over. I only know it lays somewhere through that gate. She

pointed a finger looking after it hauntingly. I'm too feeble to go alone. I must

find the way. Can you help me?" she pleaded, seeming to crumble even more in to

her crumpled visage.

"I know not the ways beyond that gate my Dame," I replied confoundedly. "I hold

not the key nor do I know any of its attendants. I'm very sorry. I had hoped to

be of service. But it seems I am useless in this affaire after all."

"Oh, but such wealth awaits, as you can not possible imagine. My beloved is

unchanging His love so incomparable and vast more than either of us should ever

know otherwise. We could search for him together." she whispered

conspiratorially. "But I am aged and weak and cannot walk alone. I need your

strength to uplift and support me." She grasped my hand tightly pulling me

close. "Will you help?" She searched my eyes with her own piercing through to

the deepest part of me, I found my self responding but to what I knew not.

"Waheguru" she whispered, "Waheguru."

Her intensity frightened me. What was I getting into? Who or What was this

Waheguru. "I.I don't know how."

She smiled through her tears, the corners of her mouth turned up disappearing

into the folds of her cheeks. "Do not you worry, the way lies through there. You

will never have any regret unless it is of not exploring the prospects of the

unimaginable affluence of abiding love. Please please say that you will take me

through the gate..."

I felt compelled, how could I not, and so I gave her my promise. She told me "Go

now and make your preparation. Return before first light when the gate will open

and together we shall enter."

I'm

trembling now as I write this.What is before me, what awaits, I know not,

but I deem that it is riches not of this world.

waheguru ji