Symbol of enduring life

 

 

 

55

What lovely thing

Thy Hand hath made

The smooth plumed bird

It its emerald shade

The seed of grass

The speck of stone

Which the wayfarer ant

Stirs and moves on

 

56

A flame is not merely something

Which warms or burns but

A symbol of enduring life of household

An abiding source of nourishment

And shelter in which 

Man returns from his casual wanderings

It is not a quick fork of fire

Which may sting or hurt

It is the hearth at which

One worships

And fro which one fights

 

57

"I love Him" what else can I say?

It's a secret they'll say. How can that be?

"God knows I love Him and so does He" 

Look inside

 

 

53

All the world is a stage

 And all the men and women merely players

They have their exits and enteries

And one man in his time plays many parts

 

54

Guru-disciple: Truth

 

Fetch me a fruit of a banyan tree

Here is one, sir

Break it

What do you see?

Very very tiny seeds sir

Break one

I have broken it sir

What do you see new

Nothing sir

My son, the guru said

"What you do not perceive, my son is the

essence of mighty banyan tree.

The mighty banyan tree exists believe

me, my son, in that essence is the

self of all that was

(This is how God, The Creator resides

within each human being. Look inside)  

 

Keep faith with today

 

 

 

 

50

Yesterday is no more

Tomorrow is not yet with us

But today is where I am

Today is where we live, love laugh

Cry, pray and share our all

Today makes our tomorrows

Keep faith with today

 

51

Life is short

And we have not much time

For gladdenings!

The lives of others

Who are traveling 

The dark road with us

O be swift to love

Make haste to be kind

 

52 

The point of journey is

Not to arrive

But to return home

Laden with pollen

You shall work up

Into honey

The mind feeds on!

The wonder that is life

Diary entry by my father made on 8.6.2002

47

Grateful for another day to live

To love, survive

I find such simple pleasures

Just by walking in rain

For everyday that comes to me

Is never quite the same

Each moment is precious

Each breath I inward take

My heartbeat is passing time

The thoughts that I shall make

Mostly I take for granted

Such beauty every where

But suddenly I realize the wonder

I can share!

 

48

 Confidence like art

Never comes

From having the answers

It comes from

Being open to all questions

 

49

The tree

Fills with huge breath

Gets on with the work!

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

On acceptance and brotherly love

 

 

 

Diary entry by my father made on 8.6.2002

 

44

One who is happy while working

One who is happy while resting

Is never afraid of anything

As he fully accepts the will of God

He is always under the protection

of The One and only One God

Who knows everything

He who goes to sleep, free from worry

And fear and anxiety

He who in his working hours is free

From fear, worry and anxiety

He knows that God pervades in His

Creation everywhere

One who is happy in his home

One who is happy in the outside world

He is the one who lives life by

The Gurus teachings

 

45

Let brotherly love continue

Be not forgetful

To entertain strangers

For thereby 

Some have entertained 

Angels unaware!

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

On sharing and being strong

 

 

Diary entry by my father made on 7.6.2002

 

42

To add a place at table

Or share a bed

Or move your clothes a bit

This is sharing 

To make room for another

43

My grandmothers were strong

They followed ploughs and bent to toil

They moved through fields sowing seeds

They touched Earth and grain grew

They were full of sturdiness and song

My grandmothers were strong

They spun cotton into thread

On the charkha

And made cloth to dress their children

My grandmothers were strong

They milked cows and buffaloes

And boiled the milk to 

Make curd and then butter

And fed the family with 

Milk, butter milk and butter

They loved their families

Yes my grandmothers were strong 

 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.

You were made for a purpose

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

34

The plough that cleaves the soil

Produces narture

He that bestirs his feet

Completes the journey

35

We have all the world in our hands

We have all the days in our hearts

This is the world tonight

The world has turned once

The world looks different

36

You cannot escape the purpose

That put you here on Earth

What purpose do we beings serve?

By living this life

Of pain and  joy

Filled with strife

For our daily bread

37

Grasp the opportunities as they come

Come to hand

Take lessons from nature

Each creature, flower and tree

Fulfills its purpose planned

You were also made for a purpose 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

This blog is dedicated to the memory of my dear father Jaswant Singh Matharu.

In his twilight years he maintained diaries which are a glimpse into his sensitive soul.

I share the pages of one of his diaries here.