Furmaan Khalsa








June 15, 2020 |

When I joined myself to Truth,

I got drenched with the color that never fades!

The rhythm of my breath

Became the very sound of God’s Name.

And sitting perfectly in Cherdi Kalah,

The True Guru took me by the hand.

My burning desires:

My attachment, greed and pride all vanished.

My lust and passion, my flaming anger,

Were all destroyed

When the True Guru held my hand.

Read: "The Beloved (Prem-ka)"

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December 20, 1987 |

The fortunate bride dresses and decorates herself,
Union is her one desire!
When form merges into form,
Salvation is attained.
Give your body, mind and wealth to your Guru,
Serve the ones who serve the Saint,
Then Peace fills your heart …
And the sweetest fruit is yours!

Read: "Union"

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