Friday, August 06, 2010
On a different note...
A cloudy morning...
Gush of cool breeze...
I could see the leaves dancing...
The beautiful drizzle in the air, made me smile
Literally transferred me to another world...
I felt as though..
I’d touched a new note...
Something like a pianist feels...
When he plays a new note
That brings him much joy, a heavenly feel...
A feeling that washes away...
Every thought
That had ever saddened him, that had shaken his soul...
It was lovely to see the pianist,
Sit down with a new smile...
And lay his fingers on the piano again...
He played with an exuberance that he’d never felt before...
His soul wished
to erase every thought,
That had stopped him from playing...
What had led the pianist to play again
I wondered...
I saw a radiant face
And heard a new song...
As he played...
He continued playing the keys, his soul drenched in a new joy...
I felt as though a father’s hand had clenched his hands,
That were all shaken...
Guru Sahib had led his son
To strike a new chord today...
To let go off the pain...
Guru Sahib’s words...
Were so elevating
His words had a power
That didn’t allow
His child to drown again...
As His warm hands clasped the childs’
Guru Sahib then embraced His son
That led Him to sit down
And play again...
The healing touch of His father, the never ending love of Guru Sahib...
Led the little soul to look up
And sing a new song today...
Gush of cool breeze...
I could see the leaves dancing...
The beautiful drizzle in the air, made me smile
Literally transferred me to another world...
I felt as though..
I’d touched a new note...
Something like a pianist feels...
When he plays a new note
That brings him much joy, a heavenly feel...
A feeling that washes away...
Every thought
That had ever saddened him, that had shaken his soul...
It was lovely to see the pianist,
Sit down with a new smile...
And lay his fingers on the piano again...
He played with an exuberance that he’d never felt before...
His soul wished
to erase every thought,
That had stopped him from playing...
What had led the pianist to play again
I wondered...
I saw a radiant face
And heard a new song...
As he played...
He continued playing the keys, his soul drenched in a new joy...
I felt as though a father’s hand had clenched his hands,
That were all shaken...
Guru Sahib had led his son
To strike a new chord today...
To let go off the pain...
Guru Sahib’s words...
Were so elevating
His words had a power
That didn’t allow
His child to drown again...
As His warm hands clasped the childs’
Guru Sahib then embraced His son
That led Him to sit down
And play again...
The healing touch of His father, the never ending love of Guru Sahib...
Led the little soul to look up
And sing a new song today...
