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For inspiration on MLK day today I am reading his book “Why we can’t wait.” Martin Luther understood demonstrations, and the effect and power of singing and music. He often talked positively about singing and music. Here are a couple of inspirational MLK quotes:

As long as we live, there is never enough singing.

 

Beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us.

 

Next to the Word of God, music deserves the highest praise. No greater commendation than this can be found — at least not by us. After all, the gift of language combined with the gift of song was only given to man to let him know that he should praise God with both word and music, namely, by proclaiming [the Word of God] through music.

Music and singing played a critical role in inspiring, mobilizing, and giving voice to the civil rights movement. “The freedom songs are playing a strong and vital role in our struggle,” said Martin Luther King, Jr., during the Albany Movement. “They give the people new courage and a sense of unity. I think they keep alive a faith, a radiant hope, in the future, particularly in our most trying hours” (Shelton, “Songs a Weapon”).

The evolution of music in the black freedom struggle reflects the evolution of the movement itself. Calling songs “the soul of the movement,” King explained in his 1964 book Why We Can’t Wait that civil rights activists “sing the freedom songs today for the same reason the slaves sang them, because we too are in bondage and the songs add hope to our determination that ‘We shall overcome, Black and white together, We shall overcome someday’” (King, Why, 86).

Every breath I remember Gobind
- Guru Arjan, Raag Gauri
Every moment I sing Gobind.
- Guru Arjan, Raag Malhar

Embrace your uniqueness and sing your song! Each of us carries a melody of dreams and passions, waiting to be shared with the world. Let Akiroq Brost, Guru Gobind Singh, Napoleon Hill, and Walt Disney inspire you to harmonize your authentic tune. Dare to dream, and let your voice resonate with truth and passion. 


Just as each snowflake bears its own distinct design, every individual carries within them a song that is entirely their own. This song represents a symphony of their dreams, desires, and talents, waiting to be harmoniously shared with the world. In a vast chorus of billions of voices, it becomes imperative to heed the call to "sing your song." This call serves as a reminder that each of us possesses a voice that resonates with authenticity and uniqueness, and it is our duty to share it with the world.

As Akiroq Brost wisely stated, "You are responsible to yourself, to love yourself, to care for yourself, and to help yourself." This responsibility to ourselves extends to nurturing our innermost passions and aspirations. Just as a bird's song fills the air with melodies that are distinctly its own, we too must find the courage to share the melodies of our dreams. Our song might not be understood by everyone, but it will undoubtedly touch those who are attuned to its rhythm.

Guru Gobind Singh's spiritual plea to Shiva for the strength to consistently pursue righteousness serves as an inspiring beacon. This pursuit requires us to listen to the melodies that resonate within us and to harmonize our actions with our inner truth. Like a skilled musician refining their talents to produce a captivating melody, we must hone our own abilities to create a life that aligns with our aspirations.

Napoleon Hill's assertion that "It takes half your life before you discover life is a do-it-yourself project" underscores the profound realization that our lives are a canvas waiting to be painted with the hues of our choices. We are both the artists and the subjects of our life's work. Like a composer carefully selecting notes to create a symphony, we must thoughtfully choose our experiences to craft a harmonious masterpiece. Just as a composer can't shy away from composing every note, we must not shrink from taking charge of our lives and expressing our unique melodies.

Walt Disney's timeless wisdom, "If you can dream it, you can do it," magnifies the power of our dreams. Our dreams serve as the notes that compose the melodies of our songs. They have the potential to lead us on remarkable journeys, transforming the mundane into the extraordinary. By daring to dream, we lay the foundation for our unique symphony, and by pursuing those dreams, we breathe life into our song.

In a world that often emphasizes conformity, singing our song is an act of rebellion and self-expression. It is a celebration of our individuality and a testament to our authenticity. When we sing our song, we inspire others to do the same, creating a chorus of diverse voices that resonate with truth and passion.

As we navigate through life, let us remember the significance of singing our song. Let us honor our responsibility to ourselves by embracing our dreams and aspirations. Let us heed the call to pursue what is right, just as Guru Gobind Singh implored. Let us recognize that life is a canvas awaiting our artistic touch, as Napoleon Hill reminds us. And let us never underestimate the power of our dreams, for as Walt Disney proclaimed, they hold the key to our limitless potential.

In conclusion, let these words resonate in our hearts:

Sing your song, oh soul divine,
Let not the world dictate your rhyme.
Embrace your dreams, let them take flight,
In your unique melody, find your light.

For in your song, the world will see,
The beauty of individuality.
So fear not to be yourself, dear friend,
For in your song, a legacy will transcend.

Remember, the purpose of life is to sing!

Notes:

Sing your song. No one else is going to sing it. You have to sing your song. 

You are responsible to yourself, to love yourself, to care for yourself, and to help yourself.

- Akiroq Brost




O Shiva. Give me the boon that I never shirk from doing what is right. 

- Guru Gobind Singh

It takes half your life before you discover life is a do-it-yourself project.

- Napoleon Hill


If you can dream it, you can do it.

- Walt Disney


Don’t forget to sing your dreams!


#quote #singing #music #shivpreetsingh #hope #courage #initiative #selflove #selfcare #self 

Guru Nanak on royalty of praising

Jisno Bakshe Sifat Salaah
Nanak Paatshaahi Paatshaah
 - Guru Nanak (Japji 25)

The one gifted with praising
is the king of all kings

Guru Gobind Singh on Praising 

Ar Sikhon Apne hi man ko
Eh Laalach haun gun tau ucharon

Let my mind be trained
to want to say your praises

 - Guru Gobind Singh in Deh Shiv Bar Mohe

Bhai Nandlal on Royalty of His Guru

Hak Hak Aagah Guru Gobind Singh
Shah-e-shehenshaah Guru Gobind Singh

Knower of the truth of truths is Guru Gobind Singh
King of all kings is Guru Gobind Singh

Wallace Stevens on the Temporary Emperors of the World

The Emperor of Ice-Cream 

Call the roller of big cigars,
The muscular one, and bid him whip
In kitchen cups concupiscent curds.
Let the wenches dawdle in such dress
As they are used to wear, and let the boys
Bring flowers in last month's newspapers.
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Take from the dresser of deal,
Lacking the three glass knobs, that sheet
On which she embroidered fantails once
And spread it so as to cover her face.
If her horny feet protrude, they come
To show how cold she is, and dumb.
Let the lamp affix its beam.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.

Wallace Stevens

Poem by William Stafford - The Royal Truth of Self

A Story That Could Be True

If you were exchanged in the cradle and
your real mother died
without ever telling the story
then no one knows your name,
and somewhere in the world
your father is lost and needs you
but you are far away.
He can never find
how true you are, how ready.
When the great wind comes
and the robberies of the rain
you stand on the corner shivering.
The people who go by—
you wonder at their calm.
They miss the whisper that runs
any day in your mind,
“Who are you really, wanderer?”—
and the answer you have to give
no matter how dark and cold
the world around you is:
“Maybe I’m a king.”

- William Stafford

Excerpt From: William Stafford. “Ask Me.” Apple Books. 

A Real King - Finding Real Royalty Through Oneness

Once there was a king who was both good and righteous. He was known far and wide for his wisdom and his kindness to the people of his kingdom. After many years, he began to feel bored with being a king, so he asked his adviser, "How old is my son now? I want him to become king so I can quit this job." The adviser said, "Your son is only 15 years old. The law says he must be 18 years old before he may be crowned as the king." The king said, "No, no no... that is no good at all. I want him to become king now." The adviser said, "You yourself are still a young king. If you were to wait for 3 years, you would still be very young to be retiring from your duties as a king." The king thought this over.

After a few days, the king had made his decision. He announced to all his people, "I have decided not to be your king anymore. My son, the prince, will be crowned king when he is 18. Until that time I am putting my advisor in charge. He will manage and guide my son until he is ready to become your king." The people did not understand why their king did not want to be their king anymore. His adviser asked, "Why are you so determined to retire so early?" The king explained, "Some thrones belong to the earth. Some thrones are beyond the earth. I am looking for a throne that is beyond this earth."

The king held the ceremony celebrating his son as the future king and he proclaimed his adviser to be his son's trainer. Then he climbed up on his favorite horse and galloped off all alone. The people felt very sad that their king was leaving them.

Three years passed and the prince, who was now 18 years old, was crowned as king. He showed himself to be a very good and very fair king. One day the new king set out on a voyage to find his father. Some of the people said, "We want to go with you. We want to see our beloved old king." So the prince, the royal adviser and many other people went together on a long journey to find their old king.

After several months they came to an ashram. They heard that the old king was living near this ashram. A guard said, "Welcome to this ashram. You are welcome to wait here until the holy man requests to see you." The prince said, "That holy man is my father who used to be the ruler of our kingdom. I am now the king, and I have traveled for many moons over many, many lands to find him. I wish to see him now." The guard said, "Many kings from many different lands have come to see the holy man. Everyone waits their turn, and so must you." The new king and his party couldn't believe this was happening, but they waited... and waited... and waited... They waited for many weeks; and then one day they were finally let in to see him.

When they saw the old king they were all very excited. They said, "It's so great to see you!" Everyone was happy. They asked, "How are you." He replied, "Satisfied." The adviser said, "May I ask you a question? It seems that this ashram is very similar to the palace. Look around, you are sitting here, everyone is seeking your guidance, there are people everywhere! It's like a whole kingdom here! What is the difference between this and the throne you left behind?" The king said, "The difference is that before I had my subjects all around me, but here, all around me are my fellow lovers of God. I have conquered their hearts, not just their heads. It is not a matter of ruling people. It is a matter of fellowship and love." The worst leaders make people fear and obey them. The best leaders are loved by the people.

Storyteller:  Ravi Kaur Khalsa



On November 25th, 1915, Albert Einstein unveiled his general theory of relativity to the Prussian Academy of Sciences, the result of nearly a decade of intense research. This two-page paper would elevate Einstein to worldwide fame and secure his place as one of the greatest physicists in history. A few days before this presentation, Einstein wrote a letter to his 11-year-old son, Hans Albert, who was residing in Vienna with his second son, Eduard 'Tete,' and his estranged wife, Mileva. The letter, which can be found in the book "Posterity: Letters of Great Americans to Their Children," features advice from Einstein to his son Hans Albert on love, learning, creativity and passion.

Albert Einstein's letter to his son 

My dear Albert,

Yesterday I received your dear letter and was very happy with it. I was already afraid you wouldn’t write to me at all any more. You told me when I was in Zurich, that it is awkward for you when I come to Zurich. Therefore I think it is better if we get together in a different place, where nobody will interfere with our comfort. I will in any case urge that each year we spend a whole month together, so that you see that you have a father who is fond of you and who loves you. You can also learn many good and beautiful things from me, something another cannot as easily offer you. What I have achieved through such a lot of strenuous work shall not only be there for strangers but especially for my own boys. These days I have completed one of the most beautiful works of my life, when you are bigger, I will tell you about it.

I am very pleased that you find joy with the piano. This and carpentry are in my opinion for your age the best pursuits, better even than school. Because those are things which fit a young person such as you very well. Mainly play the things on the piano which please you, even if the teacher does not assign those. That is the way to learn the most, that when you are doing something with such enjoyment that you don’t notice that the time passes. I am sometimes so wrapped up in my work that I forget about the noon meal. . . .

Be with Tete kissed by your

Papa.

Regards to Mama.


Love is central to learning 

I often say that if you are not singing at work, you need to work on your singing. You have to love what you do. The most poignant sentence I found in this letter is the following: Mainly play the things on the piano which please you, even if the teacher does not assign those. He taught him the timeless lesson that love is central to learning. 

Love is a powerful emotion that can play a significant role in the learning process. When we love something or someone, we are more likely to be motivated to learn about it or them, and to put in the effort to understand and appreciate them more fully. Love also creates a positive and supportive environment for learning, as it fosters a sense of safety and security that allows us to take risks and explore new ideas without fear of failure.

Research has also shown that love can have a direct impact on the way our brains process information and form connections. Studies have found that when we are in a state of love, our brains release oxytocin, a hormone that promotes feelings of trust, attachment and emotional bonding. Oxytocin also increases the activity in the hippocampus, the part of the brain responsible for memory and learning. This means that when we love something or someone, our brains are more active and better able to process new information and form lasting memories.

Furthermore, when children feel loved and supported by their parents or caregivers, they are more likely to develop a positive self-concept and self-esteem, which are essential for a healthy psychological development and academic success.

In summary, Love plays a fundamental role in learning, it creates a positive and supportive environment, it fosters motivation, it can have a direct impact on the way our brain processes information and forms connections, and it is essential for a healthy psychological development and academic success.

I thought how this can be tested using historical and literary examples. 

One example of fatherly love from history is the relationship between Alexander the Great and his father, Philip II of Macedon. Despite Philip having multiple wives and children, he had a strong bond with Alexander and was a dedicated and involved father. Philip recognized Alexander's potential and provided him with the best education, hiring Aristotle to be his personal tutor. He also took Alexander with him on military campaigns and gave him important responsibilities, grooming him to be his successor. Alexander deeply respected and loved his father and was deeply affected by his assassination. He even named one of his cities after him, Alexandria.

An example of fatherly love from literature is Atticus Finch from Harper Lee's "To Kill a Mockingbird." Atticus is a single father raising his two children, Jem and Scout, in the 1930s in Alabama. Despite the racism and prejudice of the time, Atticus teaches his children to be fair and just, and to treat everyone with kindness and respect. He also shows them the importance of courage and standing up for what is right. Atticus's love for his children is evident throughout the book and he is willing to put himself in harm's way to protect them.


I am reading a poem of hope by the first poet laureate of California, Ina Coolbirth. I found out today that I share my birthday with her, an abode in California and after every winter, a spring. And apparently also, the philosophy of optimism and the metaphor of singing! Below is her poem, followed by a short biography. 

After the Winter Rain 


After the winter rain,
Sing, robin! Sing, swallow!
Grasses are in the lane,
Buds and flowers will follow.

Woods shall ring, blithe and gay,
With bird-trill and twitter,
Though the skies weep to-day,
And the winds are bitter.

Though deep call unto deep
As calls the thunder,
And white the billows leap
The tempest under;

Softly the waves shall come
Up the long, bright beaches,
With dainty, flowers of foam
And tenderest speeches…

After the wintry pain,
And the long, long sorrow,
Sing, heart!—for thee again
Joy comes with the morrow.

- Ina Coolbirth

Ina Coolbrith


Biography of Ina Coolbirth

Ina Coolbirth was an important figure in the literary community of 19th- and early 20th-century San Francisco. 

Ina Coolbrith was born as Josephine Smith to Mormon parents in Nauvoo, Illinois. Her uncle, Joseph Smith, was the founder of the Mormon Church, and her father passed away when she was an infant. After her mother left the church and remarried, the family relocated to California in pursuit of the Gold Rush in 1849. Ina was educated in Los Angeles and published her first poems as a teenager in local newspapers. However, a tumultuous and abusive marriage, followed by the death of her infant son, marked a difficult period in her teenage years.

In 1865, Josephine took her mother's maiden name and became Ina Donna Coolbrith. She settled in San Francisco, where she hosted salons, co-edited the journal Overland Monthly with Bret Harte, and became the first woman to be an honorary member of the Bohemian Club. In 1874, she adopted three foster children and embarked on a career as a librarian, working at the Oakland Free Public Library and fostering the early reading of Jack London and Isadora Duncan.

Ina published four collections of poetry, including A Perfect Day (1881) and Wings of Sunset (1929), showcasing her versatility in formal structures. Despite the destruction of her home and many of her poems in the 1906 San Francisco earthquake, she became California's first poet laureate in 1915. She served as the poet laureate of California until her death on February 29, 1928, in Berkeley, California.

Ina Coolbrith Park is located in San Francisco's Russian Hill and she is buried at Oakland's Mountain View Cemetery. Her grave went unmarked until 1986, when the Ina Coolbrith Circle erected a headstone in her honor.


First the poem, then my commentary as well as a couple of other analyses. 

O Me! O Life!
Walt Whitman


Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

- Walt Whitman

Whitman Confirms The purpose of life is to sing

It was not me who created this song. I am just adding a verse to it. There are so many recurring entities -people.  Most of them are faithless and foolish. Of them, the most faithless and foolish is singer himself, Whitman himself. All of them have so many questions that arise from life.  All of them crave their own light, which they think is important. All of them struggle and plod amongst each other in crowds. What good are these questions and struggles? What makes this life worth living is that we can fulfill a purpose. Each person gets an identity for this purpose.  And each of these identities can then contribute a verse to the universal song. Each of us is a verse contributing to the song that is the universe. The purpose of life is indeed to sing!

Reminds me of Guru Arjan's Saranjaam Laag:


 

Oh me! Oh life! - A reading by interestingliterature.com

https://interestingliterature.com/

One of the shortest of Walt Whitman’s great poems, ‘O Me! O Life!’ was featured in the 1989 film Dead Poets Society: Robin Williams’s character recites it to his class. ‘O Me! O Life!’ contains many of the features of Walt Whitman’s greatest poetry: the free verse rhythm, the alternation between long and short lines, the rhetorical (or not-so-rhetorical?) questions, the focus on the self. Before we offer a fuller analysis of the poem, here’s a reminder of ‘O Me! O Life!’.

O Me! O Life!


Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

In summary, ‘O Me! O Life!’ sees Whitman despairing about life, but also, by association, about himself. Whitman was among the most generous-spirited poets of the nineteenth century, and his work shows a refusal to see himself as superior to, or separate from, the world around him. ‘O Me! O Life!’ is an excellent (short) demonstration of this abundance of self-awareness.

Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)


In his pioneeringly exuberant and Psalmic free-verse style, Whitman begins by lamenting the various causes for perplexity that he has: the many faithless people (both those without a faith in something, and those who one cannot have faith in, i.e. the unfaithful, liars and cheats?), the cities full of foolish people, and even himself – he perplexes and worries himself because he is always chastising himself for being one of the foolish and faithless, and indeed, one of the worst offenders…

Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,

More attention to the crowd here, the city filled with people, just going through their daily routine (‘plodding’) and low, immoral, and dirty lives they lead (‘sordid’). Life, in summary, is a vain struggle.

Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?

Is Whitman alluding to retirement in his reference to ‘the empty and useless years of the rest’ – i.e. the ‘rest’ or remainder of one’s life when one has left the bustling crowds, and the ‘plodding’ world of work? Of course, retirement is also a ‘rest’ of another sort. But no: ‘rest’ predominantly refers to the ‘rest’ of the population – those who don’t work and aren’t part of the crowd, or even perhaps, part of a functioning society.


 Answer.
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Whitman ends ‘O Me! O Life!’ with a defiant and jubilant answer: the worth of life lies precisely in life: in the fact that we are here, alive, and have the chance to contribute in some small way to the sum of human endeavour and happiness. For Whitman, he can contribute a ‘verse’ to the world, but ‘verse’ here can be taken as a metaphor for any small contribution made to the world: a painting, a piece of music, being a good teacher of young minds, helping others.

Oh me! Oh life! - A reading by gradesaver.com


Whitman writes in his signature free verse with very little formal structure and no rhyme scheme. There are two stanzas: the first one has seven lines, and the second, starting with the simple first line "Answer" contains three lines. In the first stanza, Whitman employs anaphora, repeating the word "of" at the beginning of each line. This repetition puts the reader inside the speaker's head so he or she can experience the poem as a stream of consciousness. The title, "O me! O life!" actually summarizes the poet's entire conflict: he questions his own purpose (O me!) and wonders why life can be so cruel (O life!).

The "question" and "answer" format of the poem allows for Whitman to make an unusual and unexpected choice. While readers might expect the poem to be a sorrowful lament (as many poems are), the poet answers his own question. Whitman uses the second stanza's "Answer" as a way of expressing his own perspective on the meaning of life. He imparts his belief that human life is sacred, and that human beings must appreciate what they have. Although this poem starts out with an eternally elusive question, Whitman chooses to combat his own feelings of helplessness and futility by offering an answer. Instead of letting his lament linger, he uses the opportunity to remind readers (and himself) that the purpose of life is to live.

Whitman chooses specific images to represent hopelessness in this poem. Both "trains of the faithless" and "cities fill'd with the foolish" evoke the themes of modernization and industrialization. The 1800s were full of new innovations that modernized society, so Whitman was writing against the backdrop of a rapidly changing world. He acknowledges that in the context of rapid development and human achievement, it is easy for human beings to feel useless, inadequate, and ultimately, disappointed with their lives. Whitman admits to feeling this way himself - in fact, his lack of condescension here makes his work highly relatable. He does not offer instructions to fix the problem, but rather, he asks his reader to stop and realize that he or she is contributing to humanity simply by being alive.

Whitman chooses a powerful metaphor in the last line that is essential to understanding the poem. He refers to civilization as "powerful play," and insists that each person will "contribute a verse." In this image, Whitman is able to communicate his democratic beliefs (as each person contributes equally) as well as emphasize the importance of art and human expression. This concrete metaphor also allows Whitman to ground his existential philosophy in a relatable context.


John Lennon sings, "All you need is love/Love is all you need" and Allen Ginsberg agrees in his own way: "The weight of the world is love."  Why we are alone sometimes, and why we are dissatisfied at other times is because love is weighing.  It burdens us in dreams, and in thoughts when we are awake.  If we do not have love, we are restless.  We can rest and sleep only once we have love.  In that, it is indeed the final wish.  It is the ultimate desire -- the penultimate weight.  "I wanted/I always wanted/I always wanted" repeats Allen Ginsberg in the end of the poem to emphasize this ultimate desire. The soul comes back into the body and is fulfilled with love; until then it keeps wandering. Only once it comes back home, it is satisfied. 



It reminds me of Kabir's Wedding Song: 

Sing O Soul, O soul you sing!
Sing freely sing, O fondly sing!
Sing sated sweet savory song
Sing I hear my wedding bells ring!
More: Dulhani

Song

- Allen Ginsberg

The weight of the world
       is love.
Under the burden
       of solitude,
under the burden
       of dissatisfaction

       the weight,
the weight we carry
       is love.

Who can deny?
       In dreams
it touches
       the body,
in thought
       constructs
a miracle,
       in imagination
anguishes
       till born
in human—
looks out of the heart
       burning with purity—
for the burden of life
       is love,

but we carry the weight
       wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
       at last,
must rest in the arms
       of love.

No rest
       without love,
no sleep
       without dreams
of love—
       be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
       or machines,
the final wish
       is love
—cannot be bitter,
       cannot deny,
cannot withhold
       if denied:

the weight is too heavy

       —must give
for no return
       as thought
is given
       in solitude
in all the excellence
       of its excess.

The warm bodies
       shine together
in the darkness,
       the hand moves
to the center
       of the flesh,
the skin trembles
       in happiness
and the soul comes
       joyful to the eye—

yes, yes,
       that’s what
I wanted,
       I always wanted,
I always wanted,
       to return
to the body
       where I was born.

The practice of Sikhism can be summarized thus: "Singing oneness." There is only one; and the purpose of a sentient being is to sing this one. Understanding what singing and oneness are, and how to sing is the subject of a Sikh lifetime. All other practices are unessential adornments. 




Learned today that Dhrupad ... comes from dhruv + pad ... a pad sung with dhruv or rest (very slowly) from the video below. Ustad Nasseruddin Saami seems very well read on history and music and worth learning from.  I have heard him once before and was superbly impressed by his singing (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RF__Jlrnv90). 

According to Wikipedia is a Sanskrit name, derived from the words dhruva (immovable, permanent) and pada (verse), a combination that means "pillar". It could either mean that the song is moving slowly, or immovable ... or it is praising the "immovable" lord ... both seem good conjectures. But the second makes more sense, because there are some fast dhrupads as well. 


More from Wikipedia on Dhrupad as of Aug 2020: 

Dhrupad is a genre in Hindustani classical music from the Indian subcontinent. It is the oldest style of major vocal styles associated with Hindustani classical music, Haveli Sangeet and also related to the South Indian Carnatic tradition.[1][2] It is a Sanskrit name, derived from the words dhruva (immovable, permanent) and pada (verse), a combination that means "pillar". The roots of Dhrupad are ancient, and it is discussed in the Hindu Sanskrit text Natyashastra (~200 BCE – 200 CE).[3][4] It is also described in other ancient and medieval Sanskrit texts, such as chapter 33 of Book 10 in the Bhagavata Purana (~800–1000 CE), where the theories of music and devotional songs for Krishna are summarized.[4]

A Dhrupad has at least four stanzas, called Sthayi (or Asthayi), Antara, Sancari and Abhoga. The Sthayi part is a melody that uses the middle octave's first tetrachord and the lower octave notes.[7] The Antara part uses the middle octave's second tetrachord and the higher octave notes.[7] The Samcari part is the development phase, which holistically builds using parts of Sthayi and Antara already played, and it uses melodic material built with all the three octave notes.[7] The Abhoga is the concluding section, that brings the listener back to the familiar starting point of Sthayi, albeit with rhythmic variations, with diminished notes like a gentle goodbye, that are ideally mathematical fractions such as dagun (half), tigun (third) or caugun (fourth).[8] Sometimes a fifth stanza called Bhoga is included. Though usually related to philosophical or Bhakti (emotional devotion to a god or goddess) themes, some Dhrupads were composed to praise kings.[6][8] The term denotes both the verse form of the poetry and the style in which it is sung.[5] It is spiritual, heroic, thoughtful, virtuous, embedding moral wisdom or solemn form of song-music combination.[6][7] Thematic matter ranges from the religious and spiritual (mostly in praise of Hindu deities) to royal panegyrics, musicology and romance.
So Dar Keha is a poem written by Guru Nanak. It is the largest poem among the Japji Sahib Canon.  I believe it is the poem that crystalizes Guru Nanak's key message that one's highest state (God) can be attained through singing.  Hopefully sometime I will do a translation of this. I have derived purpose from this poem. Like the Guru says, “I was just merely a singer, you give me purpose.” When I say, “The purpose of life is to sing,” people think I came up with this. This is untrue. This is something I have learned directly from the Guru. This is nothing but a message of the Guru. And So Dar is one of the poems that helped me crystallize this message of the Guru. 

Here is a translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa. More writings on Where God Lives. 

Translation of So Dar Keha by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa: 

Where is that Gate, and where is that Dwelling, in which You sit and take care of all?

The Soundcurrent of the Naad vibrates there, and countless musicians play on all sorts of instruments there.
So many Ragas, so many musicians singing there.

The praanic wind, water and fire sing; the Righteous Judge of Dharma sings at Your Door.
Chitr and Gupt, the angels of the conscious and the subconscious who record actions, and the Righteous Judge of Dharma who judges this record sing.
Shiva, Brahma and the Goddess of Beauty, ever adorned, sing.
Indra, seated upon His Throne, sings with the deities at Your Door.
The Siddhas in Samaadhi sing; the Saadhus sing in contemplation.
The celibates, the fanatics, the peacefully accepting and the fearless warriors sing.
The Pandits, the religious scholars who recite the Vedas, with the supreme sages of all the ages, sing.
The Mohinis, the enchanting heavenly beauties who entice hearts in this world, in paradise, and in the underworld of the subconscious sing.
The celestial jewels created by You, and the sixtyeight holy places of pilgrimage sing.
The brave and mighty warriors sing; the spiritual heroes and the four sources of creation sing.
The planets, solar systems and galaxies, created and arranged by Your Hand, sing.
They alone sing, who are pleasing to Your Will. Your devotees are imbued with the Nectar of Your Essence.
So many others sing, they do not come to mind. O Nanak, how can I consider them all?

That True Lord is True, Forever True, and True is His Name.
He is, and shall always be. He shall not depart, even when this Universe which He has created departs.
He created the world, with its various colors, species of beings, and the variety of Maya.
Having created the creation, He watches over it Himself, by His Greatness.
He does whatever He pleases. No order can be issued to Him.
He is the King, the King of kings, the Supreme Lord and Master of kings. Nanak remains subject to His Will. ||27||



Lyrics in Gurmukhi

ਸੋ ਦਰੁ ਕੇਹਾ ਸੋ ਘਰੁ ਕੇਹਾ ਜਿਤੁ ਬਹਿ ਸਰਬ ਸਮਾਲੇ ॥
ਵਾਜੇ ਨਾਦ ਅਨੇਕ ਅਸੰਖਾ ਕੇਤੇ ਵਾਵਣਹਾਰੇ ॥
ਕੇਤੇ ਰਾਗ ਪਰੀ ਸਿਉ ਕਹੀਅਨਿ ਕੇਤੇ ਗਾਵਣਹਾਰੇ ॥

ਗਾਵਹਿ ਤੁਹਨੋ ਪਉਣੁ ਪਾਣੀ ਬੈਸੰਤਰੁ ਗਾਵੈ ਰਾਜਾ ਧਰਮੁ ਦੁਆਰੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਹਿ ਚਿਤੁ ਗੁਪਤੁ ਲਿਖਿ ਜਾਣਹਿ ਲਿਖਿ ਲਿਖਿ ਧਰਮੁ ਵੀਚਾਰੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਹਿ ਈਸਰੁ ਬਰਮਾ ਦੇਵੀ ਸੋਹਨਿ ਸਦਾ ਸਵਾਰੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਹਿ ਇੰਦ ਇਦਾਸਣਿ ਬੈਠੇ ਦੇਵਤਿਆ ਦਰਿ ਨਾਲੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਹਿ ਸਿਧ ਸਮਾਧੀ ਅੰਦਰਿ ਗਾਵਨਿ ਸਾਧ ਵਿਚਾਰੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਨਿ ਜਤੀ ਸਤੀ ਸੰਤੋਖੀ ਗਾਵਹਿ ਵੀਰ ਕਰਾਰੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਨਿ ਪੰਡਿਤ ਪੜਨਿ ਰਖੀਸਰ ਜੁਗੁ ਜੁਗੁ ਵੇਦਾ ਨਾਲੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਹਿ ਮੋਹਣੀਆ ਮਨੁ ਮੋਹਨਿ ਸੁਰਗਾ ਮਛ ਪਇਆਲੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਨਿ ਰਤਨ ਉਪਾਏ ਤੇਰੇ ਅਠਸਠਿ ਤੀਰਥ ਨਾਲੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਹਿ ਜੋਧ ਮਹਾਬਲ ਸੂਰਾ ਗਾਵਹਿ ਖਾਣੀ ਚਾਰੇ ॥
ਗਾਵਹਿ ਖੰਡ ਮੰਡਲ ਵਰਭੰਡਾ ਕਰਿ ਕਰਿ ਰਖੇ ਧਾਰੇ ॥
ਸੇਈ ਤੁਧੁਨੋ ਗਾਵਹਿ ਜੋ ਤੁਧੁ ਭਾਵਨਿ ਰਤੇ ਤੇਰੇ ਭਗਤ ਰਸਾਲੇ ॥
ਹੋਰਿ ਕੇਤੇ ਗਾਵਨਿ ਸੇ ਮੈ ਚਿਤਿ ਨ ਆਵਨਿ ਨਾਨਕੁ ਕਿਆ ਵੀਚਾਰੇ ॥

ਸੋਈ ਸੋਈ ਸਦਾ ਸਚੁ ਸਾਹਿਬੁ ਸਾਚਾ ਸਾਚੀ ਨਾਈ ॥
ਹੈ ਭੀ ਹੋਸੀ ਜਾਇ ਨ ਜਾਸੀ ਰਚਨਾ ਜਿਨਿ ਰਚਾਈ ॥
ਰੰਗੀ ਰੰਗੀ ਭਾਤੀ ਕਰਿ ਕਰਿ ਜਿਨਸੀ ਮਾਇਆ ਜਿਨਿ ਉਪਾਈ ॥
ਕਰਿ ਕਰਿ ਵੇਖੈ ਕੀਤਾ ਆਪਣਾ ਜਿਵ ਤਿਸ ਦੀ ਵਡਿਆਈ ॥
ਜੋ ਤਿਸੁ ਭਾਵੈ ਸੋਈ ਕਰਸੀ ਹੁਕਮੁ ਨ ਕਰਣਾ ਜਾਈ ॥
ਸੋ ਪਾਤਿਸਾਹੁ ਸਾਹਾ ਪਾਤਿਸਾਹਿਬੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਰਹਣੁ ਰਜਾਈ ॥੨੭॥



I'm reading this poem by Victor Hugo today and it reminds me of Guru Nanak's words So Dar Keha So Ghar Keha.

When there is no distraction and I am alone under the night sky and at the shore listening. Without the world's distraction, I can really hear; when the clouds are not hiding the stars, and sails are not dotting the sea, I start hearing louder,  I start seeing deeper. The forests, mountains and nature are asking an important question to the waves of the sea and the fires of the sky; and the waves of the sea and the fires of the skies respond, "It is the Lord, the Lord our God."  The creator, the doer.

When there is no distraction and you can really hear, when the clouds are not hiding the stars, and sails are not dotting the sea, I start hearing louder,  I start seeing deeper. The creator, the doer.



Rapture

And then I heard a loud voice.
- Revelations

Alone with all the stars above and ocean under me,
Not a cloud in heaven, not a sail on the sea,
I started seeing deeper than the real world rushing by.
And the forests, the mountains, nature, everything,
Seemed to speak and question, in confused murmuring,
    The waves of the sea, the fires in the sky.

And the infinite legions of stars that one sees,
In a loud voice, a deep voice, a thousand harmonies,
Were singing, and their fiery coronas seemed to nod;
And the breakers, which can never be chained and never rest,
Were singing, curling back the foaming on their crest:
   ‘It is the Lord, the Lord our God!’

Victor Hugo. Selected Poetry



The Singing Place
By Lily A. Long
 
COLD may lie the day,
    And bare of grace;
At night I slip away
    To the Singing Place.
 
A border of mist and doubt        5
    Before the gate,
And the Dancing Stars grow still
    As hushed I wait.
Then faint and far away
    I catch the beat        10
In broken rhythm and rhyme
    Of joyous feet,—
Lifting waves of sound
    That will rise and swell
(If the prying eyes of thought        15
    Break not the spell),
Rise and swell and retreat
    And fall and flee,
As over the edge of sleep
    They beckon me.        20
And I wait as the seaweed waits
    For the lifting tide;
To ask would be to awake,—
    To be denied.
I cloud my eyes in the mist        25
    That veils the hem,—
And then with a rush I am past,—
    I am Theirs, and of Them!
And the pulsing chant swells up
    To touch the sky,        30
And the song is joy, is life,
    And the song am I!
The thunderous music peals
    Around, o’erhead—
The dead would awake to hear        35
    If there were dead;
But the life of the throbbing Sun
    Is in the song,
And we weave the world anew,
    And the Singing Throng        40
Fill every corner of space—
 
Over the edge of sleep
    I bring but a trace
Of the chants that pulse and sweep
    In the Singing Place.        45
 
The Gift to Sing
James Weldon Johnson (1871-1938)

Sometimes the mist overhangs my path,
And blackening clouds about me cling;
But, oh, I have a magic way
To turn the gloom to cheerful day—
I softly sing.

And if the way grows darker still,
Shadowed by Sorrow’s somber wing,
With glad defiance in my throat,
I pierce the darkness with a note,
And sing, and sing.

I brood not over the broken past,
Nor dread whatever time may bring;
No nights are dark, no days are long,
While in my heart there swells a song,
And I can sing.



Adelaja Simon lives in East Oakland, where he is an active permaculturist in the Canticle Farm community, on the Occupy Farm Committee, and beyond. Casa de Paz is located between two gangs in Fruitvale, Oakland. 

Here a story about him: Living in service to the whole


If you want to sing, sing your best heart out. Not someone else's heart. Your own heart. Otherwise it will look fake as it should. Select a scale that is your own, not your favorite singers'. Choose variations that come naturally to you.  Sing simply like Ajahn meditates. Sing easily like Anthony Hopkins acts. Sing beautifully like John Keats poetries. In your own peculiar way. The sweetest. In sehaj. Effortless. 

Ajahn Chah (1918 - 1992) Buddhist teacher from Thailand on life: 

Do not try to become anything.
Do not make yourself into anything.
Do not be a meditator.
Do not become enlightened.
When you sit, let it be.
What you walk, let it be.
Grasp at nothing.
Resist nothing.


Anthony Hopkin on how he can effortlessly act difficult parts in an interview in the New Yorker Magazine (February 2021): 

"As the years have gone by, I’ve found it easier to act. When you’re younger, you want to become “it.” We used to have a forum out here for young actors, and all I could say to them was, “Just keep it as simple as you can. But if you have to do Stanislavski on it, if you have to do Lee Strasberg, fine. There’s nothing wrong with that.” I was trained in that way myself, in Method. As the years have gone by, I’ve incorporated into my skill set a fast means of doing it. That is, to keep it simple, keep it relaxed, and know the text. Once you learn the text, it’s like getting into a car after years of experience. It’s automatic.


John Keats on Poetry: 

"... if poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all."
The word Dharamsaal literally means the home of dharma, or a temple.  Just like paathsaal means house of education or school.  Guru Amardas says, "Your beautified the earth like a temple" in the following line:

ਹੁਕਮੇ ਧਰਤੀ ਸਾਜੀਅਨੁ ਸਚੀ ਧਰਮ ਸਾਲਾ ॥
Hukamae Dhharathee Saajeean Sachee Dhharam Saalaa ||
हुकमे धरती साजीअनु सची धरम साला ॥


By the Hukam of His Command, He created the earth, the true home of Dharma.



In the 34th pauri of Japji Sahib, Guru Nanak says

ਰਾਤੀ ਰੁਤੀ ਥਿਤੀ ਵਾਰ ॥
Raathee Ruthee Thhithee Vaar ||
राती रुती थिती वार ॥
Nights, days, weeks and seasons;

ਪਵਣ ਪਾਣੀ ਅਗਨੀ ਪਾਤਾਲ ॥
Pavan Paanee Aganee Paathaal ||
पवण पाणी अगनी पाताल ॥
Wind, water, fire and the nether regions

ਤਿਸੁ ਵਿਚਿ ਧਰਤੀ ਥਾਪਿ ਰਖੀ ਧਰਮਸਾਲ ॥
This Vich Dhharathee Thhaap Rakhee Dhharam Saal ||
तिसु विचि धरती थापि रखी धरम साल ॥
In the midst of these, He established the earth as a home for Dharma.

Guru Arjan Dev describes what happens in a temple in a Chhant in Raag Gauri:

ਮੋਹਨ ਤੇਰੇ ਊਚੇ ਮੰਦਰ ਮਹਲ ਅਪਾਰਾ ॥
Mohan Thaerae Oochae Mandhar Mehal Apaaraa ||
मोहन तेरे ऊचे मंदर महल अपारा ॥
O Mohan, your temple is so lofty, and your mansion is unsurpassed.


ਮੋਹਨ ਤੇਰੇ ਸੋਹਨਿ ਦੁਆਰ ਜੀਉ ਸੰਤ ਧਰਮ ਸਾਲਾ ॥
Mohan Thaerae Sohan Dhuaar Jeeo Santh Dhharam Saalaa ||
मोहन तेरे सोहनि दुआर जीउ संत धरम साला ॥
O Mohan, your gates are so beautiful. They are the worship-houses of the Saints.


ਧਰਮ ਸਾਲ ਅਪਾਰ ਦੈਆਰ ਠਾਕੁਰ ਸਦਾ ਕੀਰਤਨੁ ਗਾਵਹੇ ॥
Dhharam Saal Apaar Dhaiaar Thaakur Sadhaa Keerathan Gaavehae ||
धरम साल अपार दैआर ठाकुर सदा कीरतनु गावहे ॥
In these incomparable worship-houses, they continually sing Kirtan, the Praises of their Lord and Master.

ਜਹ ਸਾਧ ਸੰਤ ਇਕਤ੍ਰ ਹੋਵਹਿ ਤਹਾ ਤੁਝਹਿ ਧਿਆਵਹੇ ॥
Jeh Saadhh Santh Eikathr Hovehi Thehaa Thujhehi Dhhiaavehae ||
जह साध संत इकत्र होवहि तहा तुझहि धिआवहे ॥
Where the Saints and the Holy gather together, there they meditate on you.

Places of worship are made so saints can get together, meditate upon the one and sing the ONE's praises.  The purpose of life is to sing and the earth has been designed to be a place where this singing can be done.  The earth has been designed by God to come together and sing. Earth becomes beautiful when we come together and sing.  Such a beautiful concept. 

What is singing other than just following the command of the ONE.  Gurbani says Sabhai Ghat Raam Bolai or Every heart is singing in the temple of the earth. 


We had dinner at "On the Border" in Dublin, California today. We were celebrating the Sixty Plus'th birthday of my uncle who is visiting from India with my Aunt and their son. This was their first trip to America. The idea was to ease them into American food. What better food to start than Mexican.  It is spicier and more flavorful than most other American food.  That makes it similar to Indian food. It was a safer bet.

We must have been 80 percent done with the mean when I popped the question. I was not as nervous as I should have been.  Even though I knew that my Aunt is a complainer and among all the 4 siblings my dad has, she is known for being tough to please.   So I asked a safe question: "Which dish did you like the most?"

She had shared a chicken fajita with uncle, shared a chicken enchilada with her son, and I had shared some of my cheese enchilada with her.  We also had chips, salsa and freshly made guacamole.  There had got to be something that she liked.  It was a safe question like, "You won't have tea, will you?"

Then came the dreaded response: "Nothing really" ... along with the famous why-are-you-doing-this-to-me headshake.  We all had a great laugh ... and made several jokes about it. I jokingly laid the blame on mom and dad, and said they ordered the wrong dish for her.  Her son said, it didn't matter what restaurant or dish it was, she would have the same response.

Then we came back home.  Poor thing, my aunt. She said what she said, but then her conscience was hurting her. At home she thanked me for the dinner, and apologized for being rude.  I knew she was feeling bad.  I told her its OK; I told her that I don't even hear negative comments.  I told her about the filter I have developed as a performing musician.  You learn to not hear criticism, however well it means.


Wayne Shorter and Herbie Hancock have been friends for over forty years. In the pursuit of their art, they’ve shattered boundaries previously believed unbreakable, they’ve revolutionized the concept of innovation, and have chosen to make the endeavor of living compassionately and courageously the center of their lives.

From their early days composing and playing together with Miles Davis in Davis’ Second Great Quintet, to branching out and flourishing in their individual endeavors, Wayne and Herbie’s contributions to the world of music have been nothing short of extraordinary. Together, they’ve won a combined total of twenty-five Grammys. Despite their countless accolades, they’ll both insist that their greatest achievements lie in their roles as husbands, fathers, and humans of this earth.

After the recent rash of tragedies around the globe in the past year from Paris to San Bernardino, we had the opportunity to ask Wayne and Herbie how the next generation of artists can respond. Below is an open letter with their thoughts.

To the Next Generation of Artists,

We find ourselves in turbulent and unpredictable times.

From the horror at the Bataclan, to the upheaval in Syria and the senseless bloodshed in San Bernardino, we live in a time of great confusion and pain. As an artist, creator and dreamer of this world, we ask you not to be discouraged by what you see but to use your own lives, and by extension your art, as vehicles for the construction of peace.

While it’s true that the issues facing the world are complex, the answer to peace is simple; it begins with you. You don’t have to be living in a third world country or working for an NGO to make a difference. Each of us has a unique mission. We are all pieces in a giant, fluid puzzle, where the smallest of actions by one puzzle piece profoundly affects each of the others. You matter, your actions matter, your art matters.

We’d like to be clear that while this letter is written with an artistic audience in mind, these thoughts transcend professional boundaries and apply to all people, regardless of profession.

FIRST, AWAKEN TO YOUR HUMANITY

We are not alone. We do not exist alone and we cannot create alone. What this world needs is a humanistic awakening of the desire to raise one’s life condition to a place where our actions are rooted in altruism and compassion. You cannot hide behind a profession or instrument; you have to be human. Focus your energy on becoming the best human you can be. Focus on developing empathy and compassion. Through the process you’ll tap into a wealth of inspiration rooted in the complexity and curiosity of what it means to simply exist on this planet. Music is but a drop in the ocean of life.

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EMBRACE AND CONQUER THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED

The world needs new pathways. Don’t allow yourself to be hijacked by common rhetoric, or false beliefs and illusions about how life should be lived. It’s up to you to be the pioneers. Whether through the exploration of new sounds, rhythms, and harmonies or unexpected collaborations, processes and experiences, we encourage you to dispel repetition in all of its negative forms and consequences. Strive to create new actions both musically and with the pathway of your life. Never conform.

Read More: Walk Alone by Rabindranath Tagore

WELCOME THE UNKNOWN

The unknown necessitates a moment-to-moment improvisation or creative process that is unparalleled in potential and fulfillment. There is no dress rehearsal for life because life, itself, is the real rehearsal. Every relationship, obstacle, interaction, etc. is a rehearsal for the next adventure in life. Everything is connected. Everything builds. Nothing is ever wasted. This type of thinking requires courage. Be courageous and do not lose your sense of exhilaration and reverence for this wonderful world around you.

UNDERSTAND THE TRUE NATURE OF OBSTACLES

We have this idea of failure, but it’s not real; it’s an illusion. There is no such thing as failure. What you perceive as failure is really a new opportunity, a new hand of cards, or a new canvas to create upon. In life there are unlimited opportunities. The words, “success” and “failure”, themselves, are nothing more than labels. Every moment is an opportunity. You, as a human being, have no limits; therefore infinite possibilities exist in any circumstance.

Read More: Deepak Chopra on Success

DON’T BE AFRAID TO INTERACT WITH THOSE WHO ARE DIFFERENT FROM YOU

The world needs more one-on-one interaction among people of diverse origins with a greater emphasis on art, culture and education. Our differences are what we have in common. We can work to create an open and continuous plane where all types of people can exchange ideas, resources, thoughtfulness and kindness. We need to be connecting with one another, learning about one another, and experiencing life with one another. We can never have peace if we cannot understand the pain in each other’s hearts. The more we interact, the more we will come to realize that our humanity transcends all differences.

Read More: I have no enemy, I have no stranger

STRIVE TO CREATE AGENDA-FREE DIALOGUE

Art in any form is a medium for dialogue, which is a powerful tool. It is time for the music world to produce sound stories that ignite dialogue about the mystery of us. When we say the mystery of us, we’re talking about reflecting and challenging the fears, which prevent us from discovering our unlimited access to the courage inherent in us all. Yes, you are enough. Yes, you matter. Yes, you should keep going.

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BE WARY OF EGO

Arrogance can develop within artists, either from artists who believe that their status makes them more important, or those whose association with a creative field entitles them to some sort of superiority. Beware of ego; creativity cannot flow when only the ego is served.

Read More: What am I, after all (Walt Whitman)

WORK TOWARDS A BUSINESS WITHOUT BORDERS

The medical field has an organization called Doctors Without Borders. This lofty effort can serve as a model for transcending the limitations and strategies of old business formulas which are designed to perpetuate old systems in the guise of new ones. We’re speaking directly to a system that’s in place, a system that conditions consumers to purchase only the products that are dictated to be deemed marketable, a system where money is only the means to an end. The music business is a fraction of the business of life. Living with creative integrity can bring forth benefits never imagined.

APPRECIATE THE GENERATION THAT WALKED BEFORE YOU

Your elders can help you. They are a source of wealth in the form of wisdom. They have weathered storms and endured the same heartbreaks; let their struggles be the light that shines the way in the darkness. Don’t waste time repeating their mistakes. Instead, take what they’ve done and catapult you towards building a progressively better world for the progeny to come.

LASTLY, WE HOPE THAT YOU LIVE IN A STATE OF CONSTANT WONDER

As we accumulate years, parts of our imagination tend to dull. Whether from sadness, prolonged struggle, or social conditioning, somewhere along the way people forget how to tap into the inherent magic that exists within our minds. Don’t let that part of your imagination fade away. Look up at the stars and imagine what it would be like to be an astronaut or a pilot. Imagine exploring the pyramids or Machu Picchu. Imagine flying like a bird or crashing through a wall like Superman. Imagine running with dinosaurs or swimming like mer-creatures. All that exists is a product of someone’s imagination; treasure and nurture yours and you’ll always find yourself on the precipice of discovery.

Read More: Guru Nanak's Aarti

How does any of this lend to the creation of a peaceful society you ask? It begins with a cause. Your causes create the effects that shape your future and the future of all those around you. Be the leaders in the movie of your life. You are the director, producer, and actor. Be bold and tirelessly compassionate as you dance through the voyage that is this lifetime.
A timeless inspirational song by Rabindranath Tagore that reminds us that the time to sing is now ...


Lyrics


[Bengali Lyrics are at the end]
Kharobayu boi bege charidik chai meghe
Ogo neye naokhani baiyo
Tumi kose dharo hal, ami tule badhi pal
Hai maro maro tan haiyo

Srinkhole barbar jhanjhano jhankar noi a to taronir krandon sankar
Bandhon durbar sajjyo na hoi ar talomalo kare aaj tai o
Hai maro maro tan haiyo

Goni goni din khan chanchal kori mon
Bolo na jai ki nai jai re
Sanshoi parabar antare habe par
Udbege takaiyo na baire
Jodi mate mahakal uddam jatajal jhore hoi lunthito dhau uthe uttal
Hoyo nako kunthito tale tar diyo tal joy joy joygan gaiyo

Hai maro maro tan haiyo

Khara Bayu Boy Bege




English Translation:


Clouds heap on all sides   a raging tempest violently blows,  
                    helmsman dear, steer your boat and row.
Pull hard on the oars               while the sail I unfurl—
                    Ahoy, pull, pull, heave a ho.
Clanking chains time and again   is not the craft’s cry in doubt and pain—
intolerable is the tether, so does it teeters and see-saws.
                    Ahoy, pull, pull, heave a ho.
Biding your time    with anxiety in mind
Say not, “To go or not to go”.
Manoeuvre the seas of uncertainty within
Do not look out with fear and misgivings.
If Shiva* is roused, storm sends His wild locks rolling, waves reach the sky
Do not falter, dance and sing to His beat and tempo. 
                    Ahoy, pull, pull, heave a ho.

Another Translation


The wind is high, clouds dark,
O the boatman, Row your boat.

You give it the direction, 
while I prepare the sail high-
Row, Row your boat.

Resonance of the chains, time and again, 
Isn’t the yell for despair
Unbearable are the bounds, 
its oscillations are hence.
Row, Row your boat.

Do not ask, whether or not to venture,
The day, time just or not, anxiously.
If your luck runs against, roughness beyond control,
And Shiva sends a mashing storm, sea waves even higher,
Be confident, adjust to the rhythm,
Chanting His name merrily. 

Row, Row your boat.

Bengali Lyrics:


খরবায়ু বয় বেগে,   চারি দিক ছায় মেঘে,
            ওগো নেয়ে, নাওখানি বাইয়ো ।
        তুমি কষে ধরো হাল,   আমি তুলে বাঁধি পাল—
            হাঁই মারো, মারো টান হাঁইয়ো ॥
শৃঙ্খলে বারবার ঝন্‌ঝন্ ঝঙ্কার, নয় এ তো তরণীর ক্রন্দন শঙ্কার—
বন্ধন দুর্বার সহ্য না হয় আর, টলমল করে আজ তাই ও ।
            হাঁই মারো, মারো টান হাঁইয়ো ॥
              গণি গণি দিন খন      চঞ্চল করি মন 
           বোলো না, ‘যাই কি নাহি যাই রে’ ।
        সংশয়পারাবার         অন্তরে হবে পার,
            উদ্‌বেগে তাকায়ো না বাইরে ।
যদি মাতে মহাকাল, উদ্দাম জটাজাল ঝড়ে হয় লুণ্ঠিত, ঢেউ উঠে উত্তাল,
হোয়ো নাকো কুণ্ঠিত, তালে তার দিয়ো তাল— জয়-জয় জয়গান গাইয়ো ।
            হাঁই মারো, মারো টান হাঁইয়ো ॥

First the poem, and them some comments ... 

The Promise
- Jane Hirshfield

Stay, I said
to the cut flowers.
They bowed
their heads lower.

Stay, I said to the spider,
who fled.

Stay, leaf.
It reddened,
embarrassed for me and itself.

Stay, I said to my body.
It sat as a dog does,
obedient for a moment,
soon starting to tremble.

Stay, to the earth
of riverine valley meadows,
of fossiled escarpments,
of limestone and sandstone.
It looked back
with a changing expression, in silence.

Stay, I said to my loves.
Each answered,
Always.


Poem copyright ©2011 by Jane Hirshfield, from her book of poems, Come, Thief, Alfred A. Knopf, 2011.




The message seems clear. Nothing stays. Even those that you trust to stay the most. The ones that you love. Even you yourself. You cannot stay. 

To me this poem explains two things simultaneously: that the promises that our loves make to us about staying are false. Our loves keep leaving us even if they promise to stay. It also shows that we -- or even they themselves who leave -- have little control over leaving. The changes happen whether we want or not.

We are all looking for our happiness to stay with us. Many of us have also realized that will be happy as long as we are with our love. As long as we have love, we are with our love, we should remain happy. As soon as we are seperated from our love, we become unhappy.

The key to unending happiness is to always be in the presence of our love. Whatever that love is, we want to make sure that love is absolutely real and true -- that it does not change.

The poem reminds me of Guru Nanaks first shook - Aad Sach: "That which was the same in the past, is the same now, and will always be the same in the future is the truth." The name of truth, or the essence of truth, is that which does not change over time. Your true love, is similarly your love that does not change over time. It was always your love, it is now your love, and it will always be your love. No wonder Guru Gobind Singh says that Love is the only path to God (Jin Prem Kiyo). 

So where is this true love that is the path to oneness and happiness? Is it the love that exists between two people?

Nothing stays. What we see and feel from our senses cannot be true love. Because everything changes. Not only does everything change, we generally have little control over these changes.

In a poem that I have found very profound and direct in its message, Guru Tegh Bahadur says the love of this world is false (Jagat Main Jhoothee Dekhee Preet). Whether it is the spouse or the friend, their love is not real. Whatever we think love is, it is not. The places that we are looking for love are equally obscure. Wherever we think love is, it is not. The love of the world is sham. The people who said "You're mine" are acting on behalf of their own needs. The pronouncements of love are a result of ulterior motives. In the end no one is with you. "I keep telling my mind," says Guru Tegh Bahadur says, "My mind is stupid. I keep explaining the reality of love to my mind, but it does not understand." He concludes that the only person who can cross the trecherous ocean of the world is the one who sings the songs of the limitless.  

The only love that has staying power is the love of singing oneness. For staying happy, we have to adhere to the love that stays with us always. What stays with us always is acceptance. The love of acceptance can stay with us. The song of limitless life is the love of acceptance. If we can sing acceptance of all the changes. If we can understand that our loves -- no matter how much they promise -- are going to change and leave, we will not have the expectations that make us unhappy. Having accepted we would sing the song of limitless life. We would realize that the purpose of life is to sing. The promise to sing is the only promise that can be kept forever. That is the only true promise.
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