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The Tramp
Walking
down the street, Simran Kaur and Patla
Singh saw a tramp. "Why, he's
thinner than me!" said Patla Singh.
Simran Kaur went over and gave her lunch
to the tramp. "Here, my Guru, take
this."
Patla Singh was outraged. "I am a
mystic master. I have seen the Guru in my
dreams. He does not look like a tramp. He
looks like one of his pictures."
"But..." began Simran.
"But me no buts...Guru is not a
tramp. Even I wouldn't eat with this
smelly fellow", finished Patla
Singh.
Simran Kaur replied, '"The mouth of
the hungry is the golak of the
Guru."
Gurbani says so - this is my offering to
the Guru.' And Guru is in all.
Bearing witness to Guru's Light in All
through Love for that Light cannot be
bad."
"Eating with tramps is no Way to
find God" maintained Patla Singh as
he rose up in anger. Simran Kaur replied
spontaneously, "God is not lost, so
there is No One to find. The only choice
to make is whether you recognise God or
not, whether you discard the screen of
separation from Real-ity."
"So, God's Face is like a
tramps?!" Patla Singh looked pretty mota
now as he puffed his cheeks and raised
his fists to waist level. "God
has no Face or Form, but Reveals Itself
to us by Grace through the Shabad which
is, therefore, Shabad Guru and the lives
and actions of the Enlighteners, who Lit
by the Light are also, therefore, called
Gurus. Gurbani tells us Its Light is
within us all as fragrance in a flower,
reflection in a mirror, fire within wood.
This Light is One Face of the Guru."
"So, you love this smelly tramp,
scenting God within?" asked Patla
Singh.
"The Sikh Is One who Real-ises the
Guru. Can I love, or does Love Love Love?
Dyed/died in the Scent of the Beloved I
hunger to Be Love and Be Loved."
Gurbani:
"jin prem
kio, tin he Prabh paeo"
Only Those In Love Real-ise Waheguru
(Tav Prasad Swayyas, couplet 9)
Kanwar Ranvir Singh
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