No Words

Sometimes there are no words to say;
those moments that take your breath away
Your breathing becomes your Master's own
Nothing to stop it, love's seeds are sown

When the company of his devotees
is enough to make you cry
how will you contain yourself
when HE comes before your eyes?

Oh Soul, cherish the silence, the total loss of thoughts
the blossoming of flower's in your garden's sunlit spots
Oh Soul, my mind's in tasteless contemplation
but sit through the chaos in constant vibration

Sometimes there are no words to say
My Master, my Love, oh how you take my breath away


Vahegurruu
Sangat Jee, I wish I had more to offer you - you are beautiful, and I am false, and foolish.
I bow before my beautiful brothers and sisters.

when they walk in the door, my breath stops
all blue and tall, they are the enticers of hearts
a glimpse of my beloved, through their bhagti
I give them my head, they are my shakti
I need not say anything at their feet
they know all my feelings, I beg them for preet
this is his sangat
the elder brides
we can only beg
and cry.

nice poem Bhenji

The poem by SK jee speaks about "company of devotees" i.e. Sadh Sangat. Inspired by it, this Daas came up with the following humble poem on the greatness of Sadh Sangat:

ਸਾਧ ਜਨਾਂ ਦੀ ਸੰਗਤਿ ਜਾਕੇ
ਬੁੱਢੇ ਬੰਦੇ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਬਾਂਕੇ।

ਇਥੇ ਪਾਏ ਬਿਸਰਾਮ ਉਹਨਾਂ
ਢੂੰਡ ਢੂੰਡ ਜੋ ਗਏ ਸੀ ਥਾਕੇ।

ਧਨੀ ਹੋ ਗਏ ਜੋ ਸਨ ਕੰਗਲੇ।
ਸਿਆਣੇ ਹੋ ਗਏ ਜੋ ਸਨ ਕਾਕੇ।

ਜੋ ਸਨ ਦਰ ਦਰ ਧੱਕੇ ਖਾਂਦੇ
ਤਾਰੇ ਸੰਗਤਿ ਵਿੱਚ ਰਲਾਕੇ।

ਕੀਤੀ ਗੁਰਾਂ ਮਿਹਰ ਖਰੀ ਜੀ
ਤਪੋਬਨੀ ਦੇ ਝਗੜੇ ਠਾਕੇ।

Bhul Chuk dee Maafi jee.

Daas,
Kulbir Singh