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Mothering by Heart

Our destiny is inevitable with an element of choice, mixed up also by past and present KARAM. Shortly after conception, the life begins with the five elements as embryo and the intricate body parts and organs are formed. Infused with the soul, this vulnerable life is nourished and protected from the heat of the womb; all the while the unborn meditates. The life thrives hanging upside down indeed –the position of the fetus in the last days of delivery. In the womb the creation survives by meditating upon the Creator’s name, with every breath. Finally one is born and eventually forgets ones origin and becomes engrossed with the material world. After leaving the womb, one interacts and attaches with the conscious world and forgets God. Growing up is certainly not easy, especially when reincarnation and transmigration hovers just around the corner unless one meditates upon the name of the Param-Aatma (Naam Simran). NAAM SIMRAN is a purely spiritual experience within reach of all humanity irrespective of race creed on social status to attain forgiveness and salvation. Success varies and depends on the practitioner’s earnestness as well as the Guru’s grace. Changing times present new challenges to our youth, nevertheless the basic principles of Sikhism help them build inner-strength when they do hit the rough patch in their lives.

Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji in Raag Maajh on Pannaa 137 of Dhan Dhan Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji explains the 'Life Cycle' of human life like this
mÚ 1 ]

pihlY ipAwir lgw Qx duiD ]
dUjY mwie bwp kI suiD ]
qIjY BXw BwBI byb]

cauQY ipAwir aupMnI Kyf ]
pMjvY Kwx pIAx kI Dwqu ]iCvY kwmu n puCY jwiq ]
sqvY sMij kIAw Gr vwsu ]
ATvY k®oDu hoAw qn nwsu ]
nwvY Dauly auBy swh ]
dsvY dDw hoAw suAwh ]
gey isgIq pukwrI Dwh ]
auifAw hMsu dswey rwh ]
AwieAw gieAw muieAw nwau ]
ipCY pqil sidhu kwv ]
nwnk mnmuiK AMDu ipAwru ]
bwJu gurU fubw sMswru ]2]

First Mehla:First, the baby loves mother's milk;second, he learns of his mother and father;third, his brothers, sisters-in-law and sisters;fourth, the love of play awakens.Fifth, he runs after food and drink;sixth, in his sexual desire, he does not respect social customs.Seventh, he gathers wealth and dwells in his house;eighth, he becomes angry, and his body is consumed.Ninth, he turns grey, and his breathing becomes labored;tenth, he is cremated, and turns to ashes.His companions send him off, crying out and lamenting.The swan of the soul takes flight, and asks which way to go.He came and he went, and now, even his name has died.After he left, food was offered on leaves, and the birds were called to come and eat.O Nanak, the self-willed manmukhs love the darkness.Without the Guru, the world is drowning. 2

So it is utmost important for the Sikh parents to instill in their children the love for Sikhi. This journey starts from the day a young girl marries a Singh and starts her family life. Here is the small poem I wrote for my son, who soon is going to step into 'challenging world' of Junior High. Dear son of Khalsa
In your strength our future lies!

May you continue to possess fearless mind
To see the world through Guru Ji’s eyes!

May you continue to inspire and serve others
by becoming Noble, fearless and Chardee Kalaa Khalsa

Live up to the standards of countless Martyrs
Who spilled blood and laid down their head for the Khalsa

Oh son of the Guru Gobind Singh Ji
Continue to remain Distinct and in Ever-Existence!

Comments

Very nice poem. Also very true with your post. Unfortunatly people nowdays love this materialist world enought that they want to stay in it forever and each birth will forget more and more of what the real purpose of this life really is. You are a very loving mother to have instilled the real meaning of Sikhi in your son who at this time in his life he is now facing the beginning challenges of his life. This part in his life will shape the way he thinks until he actualy starts to think for himself and makes his own judgments on what will better his life of being a manmukh or striving to be a Gurmukh.
SatNam
Waheguru Ji ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji ki fateh!
Singhni said…
Thank you Pritam Singh ji for your kind compliments!

Waheguru ji ka khalsa Waheguru ji ki fateh!

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