I trudged sadly, Confusedly stumbling My soul calling madly, Unheard among the rumbling Of the grey clouds, gathering The grey winds, shaking The grey waves, bantering And my destiny, awakening And as I was stumbling, My Guru found me and caught me And through the storm's tumbling, Carried me and brought me To a sanctuary of the sweet, nectar-scented saints With lotus-petalleby thehopelessone - Gurmat Discussion Forum
I am riding this along the river, and instead of taking me to you it feels like it is going nowhere, lost among a void of darkness, the pitch black sky as my only company. My raft was always so unreliable. Mata Pita jee, there are holes along the side of my raft, and the water is leaking through, and it so unbearably cold. I must keep pushing the water out so I don’t drown. The bitter windby thehopelessone - Gurmat Discussion Forum