Dwell in peace in the home of your own being, and the Messenger of Death will not be able to touch you.
Burn worldly love, _x000D_ rub the ashes and make ink of it, _x000D_ make the heart the pen, _x000D_ the intellect the writer, _x000D_ write that which has no end or limit.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote emphasizes transforming worldly love into a higher form of expression through creativity and spirituality.
This quote by Guru Nanak suggests that instead of being bound by the fleeting nature of worldly love, one should let go of its material aspects and instead channel it into something more eternal and meaningful. By turning the ashes of worldly attachments into ink, it implies that the essence of love can be used to create profound and limitless thoughts or art, signifying that the depth of one's heart and intellect can produce works that transcend time and space.
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Example use cases
This quote could be shared in a poetry workshop to inspire writers to create from their deepest emotions.
More from Guru Nanak
All quotes →There is but One God, His name is Truth, He is the Creator, He fears none, he is without hate, He never dies, He is beyond the cycle of births and death, He is self illuminated, He is realized by the kindness of the True Guru. He was True in the beginning, He was True when the ages commenced and has ever been True, He is also True now.
Speak only that which will bring you honor.
Build the raft of meditation and self-discipline, to carry you across the river. There will be no ocean, and no rising tides to stop you; this is how comfortable your path shall be.
See the brotherhood of all mankind as the highest order of Yogis; conquer your own mind, and conquer the world.
O my heart! Love God as the chatrik loves the rain drops, Who even when fountains are full and the land green, Is not satisfied as long as it cannot get a drop of rain.
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Once I knew the depth where no hope was and darkness lay on the face of all things. Then love came and set my soul free. Once I fretted and beat myself against the wall that shut me in. My life was without a past or future, and death a consummation devoutly to be wished. But a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hands that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped up with the rapture of living. I do not know the meaning of the darkness, but I have learned the overcoming of it.
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