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In Quiet Winter, the Heart Speaks

December 17, 2024

Vahiguru ji ka Khalsa, Vahiguru ji ki Fatih!

In the tranquil month of Poh (mid-Dec to mid-Jan), as frost blankets the earth, nature appears to pause in profound stillness. Guru Nanak Sahib, in Barah Maha, embodies the seeker as a human-bride addressing IkOankar (Divine-Husband, Spouse) with heartfelt intimacy:

In the month of Poh, frost falls, drying the forest, grass, and sap.
The human-bride pleads, why don’t You come and dwell in my mind, body, and mouth?

In the quiet embrace of winter, a dual reflection emerges: the outer world's stillness mirrors the inner sanctuary of love.

As the vibrant world turns frozen, so too does the seeker pause and reflect:
Can we cultivate such stillness within?
Can we, like the human-bride, yearn for the Beloved’s presence?
Will the frost outside dim the warmth of love inside?
Will the Beloved’s voice fall silent, too?

We pause.
We reflect.
We yearn.

The seeker embarks on an inward journey in winter's dark, serene embrace. Listening deeply to the Sabad (Infinite Wisdom), the seeker turns within, seeking solace in the Love radiating from the Wisdom-Guru. It is not an external quest but an intimate plea for the Beloved to manifest within.

The seeker feels warm with Love and Remembrance for the Beloved.
The seeker knows the Beloved intimately in this quietness—for they are friends.

In this sacred stillness:
Love drips.
Consciousness awakens.
Remembrance permeates the mind, body, and tongue.
The seeker finds assurance — all will be well.

In winter's hibernation, may we, too, yearn to become seekers.
May we long for the timeless embrace of Love.

May the Wisdom-Guru be with us!

Watch, Listen, Read

Barah Maha: Pokh

Pokh is the tenth month of Barah Maha, corresponding to the months of mid-December to mid-January. The verse highlights the changes that exist in the environment. Frost arrives to interfere in the growth of the vegetation.

Honoring & Working (English)

This episode unfolds on a cold, rainy day in Kartarpur, where the downpour was so intense that it tore down a wall in Guru Nanak Sahib’s home.

Kant Maheli - The Fragrance of Bhai Vir Singh

This poem is from a lived experience of the one who is drenched with love. Nature and its seasons become a mere reflection of that love.

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