Put Your Hope in God
Discourse by Sardar Bahadur Jagat Singh
Like a thirsty man without water,
my soul deeply yearns for the Lord’s vision.
The shaft of the Lord’s love has pierced my mind.
Guru Ram Das as quoted in Discourses on Sant Mat, Vol. II
When love is of this intensity, it is something real. If love is for the world, what can it achieve!
What would true love be like? Like the summertime, and you’re on a long journey, crazed with thirst because of the sun. If someone offered you thousands of rupees to walk just one more mile, you’d say, “No! Give me water!”
Until you reach that state, the door will not open. We do have that kind of love, but it’s for the world. So how will the door ever open? Think of the pain of a bird shot through the heart by a hunter. When that intensity of pain is in your heart, the door will open.
My God Lord alone knows my malady and the pain within my heart.
Whatever I’m going through, only I know – and my Lord. The world? They have no idea. A Persian poet says: I’m lying here sick, the physician is feeling my pulse. Poor man, what does he know? If there’s a remedy for the sickness of love, bring it. Otherwise, don’t waste my time! If you gave the riches of the entire world to him, he wouldn’t even turn his face. He would say, “My sickness is something else. I can relate it only to someone who has experienced it himself.”
He who narrates to me the anecdote of my Beloved God; He alone is my brother and he the friend.
My only friend is the one who tells me things about my Lord – he is my family, my friend. He shares my pain. I have no connection to the rest of the world.
Join, join, O my mates, sing the praises of my Lord and follow the counsel of the patient True Guru [adopt the Satguru’s way of patience].
The realized soul advises her friends: Listen, dear souls, go to the Satguru. His is the way of patience. Advice from all others is incomplete. Make him alone your friend: he is supreme. Without thinking and analyzing, accept his teachings and do your inner practice!
Fulfil Thou, O Lord God, the desire of slave Nanak. By beholding Thee my body abides in peace.
Discourses on Sant Mat, Vol. II