The Garden of Simran - The Name

Guru Nanak is ‘the Name’ we sing as the birds sing the joy of the new dawn. Guru Nanak, Guru Nanak, we say and we pass on. We look neither to the left nor to the right, with our lips sealed with honey of the name, with our eyes enraptured by the dream of a greater, nobler universe of the Guru’s mind. We go muttering even mechanically our life – mantram and we pass undisturbed and undisturbing into the heart of men and things. We go mingling like a good thought in the blood of the universe, ‘the Name! the Name!’

As the babe knows the mother and nothing beyond, we know our Name and nothing beyond. They ask a mere child what is God and where? How could the little babe talk? The baby laughs. The babe hath not yet learnt language, nor thought. Do you believe in God or do you no? What impertinent questions are these and those? Enough, under the garment of the Guru I am concealed and blessed in my garment of the Guru I am concealed and blessed in my joy that knows no answer to these questions.

So you cannot fight the battles. You are seeking the peace of the soul without a body. And what is a soul without the body. No, I have a friend divine that saves me and saves all. If I am to be I shall be of his command and he knows more than you and I. I believe he makes his servant manifest in a day, in a moment. Greatness is all his. Great men are but mediums of his inspiration. He who is filled with the will of the father is great. None else, none else. Greatness is of the service. He gives to his servant to do. The bird on the bough that chirps a nascent note of the morn is a hero to that extent. We believe that man is as powerless as the babe, as the calf, as the bird.

Extract from Spirit Born People
Puran Singh