Poetry

We wish you lots of success in your earthly pursuits.
Make the most of this human experience, but don’t forget your roots.
All things come from God and all things, including you, shall return.
When the lessons for which your soul incarnated have been learned.
Death is just going home, so when consciously done,
You leave the earth plane fearlessly, for liberation you have won.

We may have come to this chapter’s end, but this is just the start.
Yogi Bhajan, the 3HO family—they’re all about the heart.

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This poem was written by Sarb Nam Kaur November 16, 2004 on the occasion of the fortieth day after the passing of the Siri Singh Sahib, Yogi Bhajan.

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For the Call of Duty he rises each day,
Though his body cries out and begs to stay,
But Duty is his Sovereign, so he serves to obey,
Then, with bright eyes flashing he enters the fray.

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The Time is right now; the New Age has arrived,
Where the way of the Guru is the way to survive.
For God in His perfection, took a simple stone
And polished it through the Ages, it is the only One,
Then the sacred Kundalini He carefully placed inside
And set it on the Earth with all His Joy and Pride
And that gem of a Yogi has brought the Word of the Guru
To all those fallen angels, who are simply, me and you.

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The touch of the master is what brought us here,
Through Maya’s illusion, through doubt and fear,
We have followed him through this long, dark night,
To awaken from the dream and face the light.
Now the time has come, we must rise and stand,
And reverently take the reins from his steady hand,
This is the birthday gift that would mean the most.

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