I imagine Guru Sahib must sit in solace and sing.
He sang with abandon. With surrender.
He spoke to the Universe and it spoke back.
In his rapture he would have sang and sang, till the skies and the moon sang with him.
Till the birds and animals came. Till the waters stilled. Until The trees sprouted stars.
I always imagine Guru Nanak in ecstasy. In constant bliss. Immersed in the Divine.
Ecstatic. Awestruck. Humbled. Soaked in the love of Naam.
I always imagine Guru Nanak in love. As love. Only love.
I don’t need to know what he looked like. I only need to know his essence.
His rapture. His devotion…and I hope I can experience even an iota of it.
Waheguru.