There is a sweet chirping sound of birds and a conspicuous shrill of black Cicadas on Paulownia trees, both harmoniously taking their turns. The wind is whistling in my ear as I ride my scooter through the silent streets with no beep beep beeps. Construction workers getting ready to start drilling and hammering. A couple, drunk from the previous night crashed on a park bench. A putrid smell gradually builds up, signaling an approaching garbage truck. Street side fruit vendors assemble their stalls awaiting the early passersby.
Observing the movements and sounds of Shanghai city while riding my scooter and listening to the following Shabad written in Raag Bhairo by Guru Arjan Dev Ji.
ਨਾਮ ਬਿਨਾ ਕਹਹੁ ਕੋ ਤਰਿਅਾ ॥
ਬਿਨ ਸਤਿਗੁਰ ਕੈਸੇ ਪਾਰਿ ਪਰਿਅਾ ॥੧॥
– SGGS, Ang 1140
Sung by Bhai Sarabjit Singh Ji Rangila (listen to it here), the Shabad takes me to a different world, a different surface from where I am watching the transitory world going on with its day. It is not like watching from above. It is more like being around all the happenings yet being distant from it. I think to myself, in a few minutes I will become a part of it, forgetting this is transitory. I will become one of those snippets and somewhere in another time and space another blessed awake soul will observe and may or may not write about it.
Such experiences, when one detaches himself/herself of daily engagements, are rare. But when they do show up, I cannot stop but think of the next time I will be able to imbibe into such Anand. The Anand of knowing and feeling that He is All and All is Him.