This was written by Robyn Knapton of Los Angeles, California and shared on page 113 of the book, The Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib, which was published in 1979.
In a tiny ashram eight years ago
A young girl sat beginning to grow,
At the foot of her teacher whom she loved so and
She thought she had naught to let him know.
She brought flowers to place at his feet,
And got high as he’d rant and raise high holy heat,
As overflowing crowds learned a new way to cope,
With their lives and their hassles without tricks or dope
They learned to change their “no’s” to “yes,”
And begin to clean up their cosmic mess,
Changed their jeans to purest white,
(Changed their darkness into light)
And she wanted to give him something as bright;
After searching her soul, she found she could write.
As words of devotion flowed from her pen
She knew what to give this king among men:
A gift from the heart given to uplift the world,
Is far greater than gifts that are gilded and pearled.
Read: "The “Long Time Sun” Never Sets"
Categories: Our Stories, Poetry
Tags: The Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib
We are going to make it, God as my
witness and you as my partner.
On this path, we have walked many times –
Keep Courage.
That is also a gift of God.
Though the thunder is terrible,
and your delicate ears are not meant
to hear that wrath,
But they still can listen to the beat of
my heart,
it is rhythmic and it is going.
Your feet are trembling like the thunder
that makes the Earth tremble with the shock.
But, in the light of your lightning you
can still fill me with spirit.
I promise I will carry on, Oh my soul.
Read: "Oh, My Soul"
Categories: Poetry
Tags: The Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib
It’s a long way to go
Time is moving very slow
Stars are shining very strong
Guiding my way so nothing goes wrong
You are still far away
Like the Milky Way
I see you in me
You want to be
Light in you and light in me
Make me you and you as me
Read: "Waiting for You"
Categories: Poetry
Tags: The Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib
The night wind blows in gusts so strong the earth shakes.
And my tent-home billows and wavers under its continued impact.
The darkening sky is shot with lightning and thunder shouts from the heavens.
But not even the monstrous wind beating at all of Creation
Can sweep away the kiss of God, the rainbow,
Which embraces the sky from one end to another.
It comes forth silently, gracefully, to stand immovable in the heavens, yet joined with the earth.
Ever present, it manifests and becomes known,
Only when God calls it forth to stand as an example, a thing of beauty, awe-inspiring.
The vibrant delicacy of its colors,
The purity of its radiance,
Glow as a gift from God.
Read: "Khalsa – Rainbow O’er the Earth"
Categories: Our Stories, Poetry
Tags: Beads of Truth, Beads of Truth - 1976-Fall, KWTC
