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A Song by Simrit Kaur from Ireland


”Aap Sahaaee Hoaa, Sachay Daa Sachaa Doaa, Har, Har, Har.”
 
”The Creator has become my protector,
the Truest of the True has taken care of me,
God, God, God.”

              Lies for lunch, treachery and tears
              All the darkness over thousands of years
 
              You stand on fire, I stand on Ice
              You think that we are sweet and we are twice as nice
              Words. Fall for the Devil
              And, far from the Lord
 
              Fighting and keeping, wealth to hoard
              And look inside you and what do you adore
              The jewels and teachers, teach us evermore
              Finding finding faith and through the mist
              Don‘t know where the turn is and don‘t know where we‘ve missed
              In the harsh cold of a Siberian core
              And you can tell me that your wanting more.
 
              Heat of the desert and Time in Light
              And in very vast glory of the skies,
              You‘ll pray to heavens and what will you decide?
              To judge your teacher before you ever tried,
              To seek out the truth and stand before you lie
 
              Stand up for heaven reaching until you can...die
              Cause –
 
              God can judge
              Only God can judge
 
              See from the neutral mind
              See from the neutral mind
              The stillness, inside
              The stillness, inside.
 
              In the choppy waters
              They‘ll not reflect the moon.
              And just inside emotional
              It catches on your own wounds
              And so you think what you are feeling
              Is somehow really real
              but, know that it is personal,
              just the way you feel.
              And yes, the darkness hovers
              And yes the wound persists
 
              Its trauma in the field, the web, and we are all its ills
              But, then we are in the stillness
              In the early dawn.
 
              Do you deny the sun still rises, do you deny
              your born again :
              From every heartache,
              Again, from every ill,
              Again, from every injury,
              Again, from every kill.
 
              Into this deep waters you can plunge under still
              But understand the truth at hand
              Is nothing that you‘d Will.
 
              And just because “the other ones“
              And just because the crowd
              And just because complacency can sometimes make us proud
              And in our cosy comforts
              Its easy then to scorn
              And nothing left to win or loose
              And then you think its: All.
 
              Know that its a long One
              And know that time beats still
              The movements of the heavens
              There‘s something stirring still.
 
              And though it seems the battle‘s won,
              Forget about the other ones:
 
              All who, there, were suffering
              Searching for the Hope
              And all of those who would be saved
              Are now left to the dirt.
 
              Aap Sahaaee Hoaa.....


                              Simrit Kaur - [email protected] - Ireland West

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