To My Beloved Teacher

This poem by Shakti Parwha Kaur appeared on page 112 of the book, The Man Called the Siri Singh Sahib, which was published in 1979.

In my conscious consciousness of the beauty of your soul
In my mind’s meditation from my heart
I see your life in the light of God:
A sacrifice from end to start.

Each day a beginning, a hope, a gift,
A wonderous offering of Grace
To bring to this earth an end to pain
Through your nobility and your patience with the human race.

To those who see you with eyes of love and awe,
May be revealed the secret of eternal life;
But those who judge you through their own faults
Will see no end to their inner strife.

Impersonally personal, compassionately firm,
You never give an inch for emotion;
But you give your love, your life, and your breath
To help us cross this terrible world ocean.

To see, when all around are blind,
To know, when all refuse to learn,
To be wise among fools:
This is your task, your role on this planet.

But when all is done, and the Khalsa stands tall,
And woman no longer weeps in shame,
The story of your mission, your work, and your aim,
Will enshrine you in the immortal halls of fame.

May God bless you ever and ever
And bring consolation to your mind.
Your sacrifice has not gone in vain…
From this Kalee Yug will emerge a new caliber of mankind.
Men and women who live in Grace, whose lives are noble and true,
Who worship ONE GOD and are blessed – with the
EXPERIENCE of their GURU

“Someday the day shall come when all the Glory shall be Thine.
People will say it is yours, but you will deny; ’NOT MINE’.”

Humbly yours with love and gratitude,
M.S.S. Shakti Parwha Kaur Khalsa Los Angeles, California