Let the heavenly winds carry me on their shoulders in all directions. Who can enshrine the Word in him who is not rich enough to have the Sun and Moon to dust his floor? Braid in the star-pearls from Heaven in my tresses, and drape me fine, for I am the Lord’s Bride.Just as a money-changer by running coins through his hands can part the counterfeit from the genuine, so does the whole range to things pass through me, only the Truth remains in my hands.

We burn ourselves in His love and are made of the whole universe. For, our wick and oil when lighted as a flame, however tiny, are for God’s temple-service. Our Master says it our best service is when we contemplate Him. To be beautiful is to be above the individual, the petty. Beauty is goodness too. Did the Master, Guru Nanak, sing of the beautiful tresses, lovely people and sweet breath of the Divine beloved? He is our way and our destination