Symbol of enduring life (55,56,57)

 

 

 

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 for 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 (53,54)

 

 

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 (50,51,52)

 

 

 

 

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 (47,48,49)

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

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On acceptance and brotherly love (44,45)

 

 

 

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

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On sharing and being strong (42,43)

 

 

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

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You were made for a purpose (34,35,36,37)

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

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Life means celebration (38,39,40,41)

Diary entry by my father made on 7.6.2002

38

When someone goes out into his work

He is alive like a tree in spring

He is living, not merely working

There is no point in work

Unless it absorbs you

Like an absorbing game

If it doesn't absorb you

If it is never fun, don't do it!

39

And your body is the harp of your soul

And it is yours to bring forth

Sweet music from it

Or confused sounds

40

For the fruit, giving is a need

 As receiving is a need to the roots

For the seed the need is to strike root

In Earth and grow

To give food, fragrance and shade

To burst into flowers in all colours

Holding hands with thorns!

41

Life is reason enough; what more

you want. Life means celebration! 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

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Peace of mind (31,32,33)

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

31

Everything doth pass away

There is danger in delay

Every grape of vine

Is gladly bruised to make me wine

Only bend thy knee

Thy wooing shall thy winning be

32

Then there is the peace of mind

At the closing of the day

That comes with easy conscience

That we have done the best we may

But the lasting kind of peace

Comes from deep within

It grows to win

A peace with life itself

That runs along life's way

It never lets you down

But grows from day to day

33

Let your old age be childlike

And your childhood like old age

that is, so that neither

May your wisdom be with pride nor

Your humility without wisdom 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

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Become as you will be (28,29,30)

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

28

Become as you will be

Forget all that was

Stand alone yet be not apart

Give no offense yet be not defenseless

Acquire no more than you need

And you shall survive in plenty

Till twice tomorrow you shall wait

in silence. But deaf years of all

 those who turned away shall once more

hear your voice

29

"Courage is destiny"

Question not, but live and labour

Till the goal is won

Helping every feeble neighbour

Seeking help from none

Life is mainly froth and bubble

Two things stand like stone

Kindness in another's trouble

Courage in your own

30

Count no day lost

In which you waited your turn

Took your share

And sought advantage of none 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

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On what is most dear (25,26,27)

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

25

Nothing is to a man so dear

A woman's love in good measure

A good woman is man's blessing

Their love right and steadfast

There is no solace under heaven

Of all that man may name

That should a man do so much gladness

as a good woman that loveth true

No dearer is none in God's hand

Than a chaste woman with lovely word

26

You're the most you're the greatest

Love me when the night is latest

You love me I love you 

Love in the morning dew

During the day during the night

In my book you're all right

27

More than I hoped to do, I do

And more than I deserve I got

What little I attend, I know

And it argues order more than not

The only correction is

By you, of you; by me, of me 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

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Never hurry (23)

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

23

Never hurry and hasten in anything

Remember in the impetuosity of my youth

talking to a man advanced in years who

was planting oak trees. I said to

him very gently that the planting of oak

trees by a man advanced in years seems

to be rather imaginative.

The old man seized the point at once

and said to me "you feel that I shall 

never enjoy the shade? I have the

imagination and I know what that

shade will be. I have laid my trees

in certain lines. I know that I cannot

expect more than to see them beyond

a shrub

but with me rests the conception of 

the shade and the glory

Jaswant Singh Matharu

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Dreams and possibilities(20,21,22,23)

Diary entry by my father made on 6.6.2002

20

To visualize

Just what might be

And then attempt

To make it so;

To take a dream and to make it 

For all to see

Or let the probabilities

Come for all to know

21

Let's love each other for what we are

And for what we happen to become

Not for what we can make of ourselves

No one makes anything of anyone -

But God.

22

I shall never be different

Love me 

23
Give me a look, give me a face
That makes simplicity a grace
Robes loosely flowing hair as free
Such sweet neglect more taketh me
Then all the adulteries of art
They strike mine eyes but not my heart 

Jaswant Singh Matharu

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Life is a mystery (17,18,19)

Diary entry by my father made on 3.6.2002

17

Grow old with me

The best is yet to be

The last of life for which the first was made

Our times are in His hands

Who saith "A whole I planned youth shows but half"

Trust God: see all, nor be afraid

18

Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone

I hear you call my name

And it feels like home

O Lady! we receive but what we give

And in our life alone does nature live

19

A flower lifts its face to the sun

And opens up to warmth

It drinks in the flow of the rain

And grows as it stretches forth

The flower never looks behind

To the shadow it will cast

So we should always look ahead

And not dwell in the the time that past

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.