If I understand what you are trying say which is that you are a follower of equality depending on others, not a pioneer as Guru Nanak wants us to be in our every day lives, a very important part of Miri which is the fruit of Piri.
Sir, Tajwant ji, sometimes it depends on the amount of hak you're soul has been lost in trying to create a (sound) cry out for the Akal purakh to listen to the shabad in the process of miri and piri. When in you're kismet if nature gives you a hard shoulder an you have no shoulder to lean on, no Sahara, (in other words all you are is water) no hope, like the deserts miss the rain in a word an individual finds solace but how do you reveal that solace to the outside world? Sometimes regardless of what we think the world must know they need to feel that sacred word to learn there own lessons of miri and piri an what it takes in the formation of a life, a soul, a lesson of life before we interact to make the akal purakhs balance in someone else's seva. The equality and value for the ultimate win is for the individual's to understand there own process and contentment in the souls raj for peace. The land of 5 rivers. The teardrops travel in remembrance. There was a time when humanity developed on a pavitar thardhi they look above for answers at the stars for guidance on why is there formation of such indifference of above when the earth is left barren of there light. Hopefully in time the earth learns the value of a human being so earth forms from itself different shapes out of itself to show them how the same thing they just dug up looks different some create a car out of it some create a house the illusion its full of maya, they weep in pain after they realise what they create charts different vision from what they envisioned; so it is left alone to form its own way like a harsh pure steel to form a tear punj ab dul; the pure water spills just like the blood tu pak=form. Still they think they look great humans in what they give back to the earth. Like the artists name mentions when the ones who were beacons are gone they are left stranded to comprehend the form at what was the difference in that quality. Pastures globally are now globally barren of the same. The rare individuals. So they all travel now to find a union and solace waheguru teaches naturally but humanity doesn't afford that same response back to be a warm hearted individual of love. This one goes out to all forgotten poets - The endeavour to be a better class of person. Who knows were that soulful female bride resides. HTML
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