Those who leave the ground, touch the sky,
to have ground beneath your feet, ask yourself, is it necessary ?
Flower beds blossom in wet and soft mud
to stand like a Mountain, ask yourself, is it necessary?
Flowing waters make the future of land and soil fertile
to remain stagnant for nothing, ask yourself, is it necessary?
The mind and soul look beautiful in synch and rythm
but I seek a reason to rapture, asking myself, is it necessary?
I feared all my life for the thing that never happened
and when heart sails in the sea of emotions, even the moon frees those tides from its whip ,
but then I realized I was in the middle of the ocean, asking myself, was it necessary?
Who says everyone dies and so will I,
I am a flowing river, O’ Lord my sea, I shall mix and enter into You.
Gursharan, 9th June, 2006.