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 - beith@protonmail.com - Ireland West
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 - beith@protonmail.com - Ireland West