Guru Nanak Sahib walked quietly, yet the earth remembers every step.
The rivers pause to listen; the winds soften in reverence.
In that presence, even silence finds its voice.
This Light came not to claim a throne,
but to awaken the throne within every heart.
Spoke not of conquest, but of consciousness.
Each word was not a commandment, but an eternal Song—
a gentle invitation to remember what we have always been: one with the One.
In a world lost in noise and names,
arose a sound that still trembles through time—IkOankar.
A reminder that all beginnings and endings belong to the same vast Light.
No high, no low.
No ruler, no ruled.
Only reflections of the Beloved in every face.
To the farmer, the king, the woman drawing water, the child by the riverbank—
the same truth was offered:
love is the only path worth walking.
Even now, that fragrance lingers in the air of remembrance.
Each time we breathe with awareness,
each time we choose compassion over comfort,
we walk with that Light again.
This Prakash Purab,
may we not merely celebrate a birth—
but allow that radiance to be born again within us.
