Dastaar

Sometimes I hesitate before I face the mirror...
it's like a game with the friend you know is always right
it's like a battle with your ego and your conscience
it's like... a playful laugh... "i don't like you..."
pause...
"i love you."
it's like that.
me and my dastaar.
it's like i wake up in the morning and look skyward...
and then i look down...
and then left and right and back and forward and all i see is that...
that love, that light - omniscient and divine.
my dastaar ...
Dastaar... i cannot call it mine
anything beyond you is not yours -
A closed fist can't stop the river flow,
A wide open mouth won't drink all the rain,
I can't envelope your sunshine
I can just embrace it
The water I gather in my hands
someday slips out...
but it is that... that purity, clear and concise
nirmal, nirbhau, nirvair, nirlobh, nirlep, nirvaan
the dastaar...
they call it a crown, a symbol of
whose reign?
of majestic benevolence - the Almighty
And exhibition of grace and dignity
of honour and beauty
of balance and coordination
of direction and dedication
of belief and faith
of love and truth
the dastaar - is all these things -
I feel the light of Truth on my face... I see the waves of love overtaking me...
I feel the tears of gratitude gracing me...
I feel the challenges of life facing me...
I feel the rush of Maya chasing me..
I feel the arms of the Guru embracing me ...
with each time I tie the Dastaar.

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