Satsang of The Cosmos

06/16/2026

06/15/2026

Māyā is so subtle, so cunning, and so exquisitely deceptive that it can dress itself in the garments of holiness and persuade a soul that it is serving the Divine when, in truth, it is bowing before Shaitan. Like a master illusionist cloaked in sacred robes, it paints chains to resemble wings and turns the echo of the ego into what appears to be the voice of God. It crowns pride as wisdom, disguises vanity as virtue, and transforms self-worship into a counterfeit spirituality. Thus, the seeker must cultivate discernment as a lamp in the darkness, for not every light is the Sun, not every path leads home, and not every whisper that speaks of heaven descends from the Divine. The greatest deception is not believing a lie—it is mistaking the lie for Truth itself.

Satsang of The Cosmos

06/14/2026

"Rise before dawn, remember the Divine Name, serve all beings with humility, keep the company of the holy, and let love dissolve the ego until only the One remains."

Sādh-saṅgat mil har guṇ gāe.

Gur satigur kā jo sikh akhāe, su bhalke uth har nām dhiāvai.

Har jan Rām Nām guṇ gāvai.

Har Har Nām dhiāīai mere man.

Vich dunīā sev kamāīai.

Man tūṁ jot sarūp hai āpaṇā mūl pachhāṇ.

Jis no melai so mil rahai.

When love becomes your nature, service becomes your joy, humility becomes your crown, and God becomes visible in everything you see.

Tū merā pitā tū hai merā mātā.
Tū merā bandhap tū merā bhrātā.
Tū merā rākẖā sabhnī thāī.
Tā bhao kehā kāṛā jīo. ||1||

Tumrī kirpā te tuḏẖ pachẖāṇā.
Tū merī ot tū hai merā māṇā.
Tū beant ṭhākur merā.
Man tan sabh tūjẖai arpiā. ||2||

Tū merā mīt sājan sakhā swāmī.
Tū sachā sāhib antarjāmī.
Tū amar ajonī aparampar.
Terā ant na pārāvār. ||3||

Tū ād jugād jug jug soī.
Tuḏẖ bin dūjā avar na koī.
Tū kartā karaṇ karāvaṇhārā.
Nānak dās sadā balihārā. ||4||11||

06/14/2026

The greatest miracle is not that God can move mountains, but that He can transform a wounded heart into a fountain of peace, compassion, and unconditional love.

06/14/2026

God is the Ocean without shore, and every soul is a wave returning home. Though the wave may forget the sea for a time, the sea never forgets the wave.