Sant Sawan Singh

Poem:

The mind is supposed to be trained by listening to the droplets of falling spiritual rain. Being in good health is nothing but a stable sitting. And today is the birthday of Sawan Singh. If I remember him, my Master will have to join me. He sits at the center of the universe. Kirpal Singh and Darshan Singh are his legacy. He is a Sant in the Sikh tradition, he even used to be in the military. He worked in the service of the British. On his own time he went up to heaven. He lived off of his pension. No one has written his official biography. He was right in the middle of the partition. When my head gets into rhythm then this poem can be written. My mind is almost on permanent vacation and has been instructed not to even work in the rain. It has been raining extensively all throughout this session. Sawan Singh taught the light and sound meditation practice and suggested to Kirpal Singh that he should sit for six hours and that was only in the morning. I once went to Beas by taking the train. It is not far from the Golden Temple. Sant Darshan Singh was made into a Poet by his suggestion. It would be good to reread everything he has said. His inner science has expanded globally and now has a new center all the way across the planet. If you take the Iron Bird west you can land at the new center that lies at gateway to the great plains. By crossing your knees and folding your hands and sitting very still you can encounter this Great Man of Action. DS Poem July 27, 2018 On the Birthday of Sawan Singh On the opening of the New Center in Chicago