Sarb Nam Kaur Khalsa

Monday, November 21, 2005

Poetry of Life

This past week, I have been participating in a virtual "poetry group." We have been tasked with writing a new poem each day and sharing our thoughts about each other's work. It inspires and challenges me to deepen my internal dialogue...making accessible what has always been deeply personal.

Here is one of the poems I wrote this week:


Within God’s power lies all that is good.
I know it
I trust it
it beckons me forth
from depression
doubt, despair, pity.

Manifesting in my life
as trees
golden with the fruits
of their fall dance
spiraling infinite pledges
to the past, present and future

Winter calls and
the scent of snow
gathers in my heart
bringing a recollection
of a time redolent with
sprigs of mistletoe
hung for random affection.
I cuddle up in the soul-safe
protection of a mother’s
waiting arms,
certain of repose while
blanketed from the world’s
cruel intentions.

Spring is a far-off dream,
flickers of warbler-yellow flashes
in the green bud trees.
Squirrels and robins
gorge on the generous bounty
of the post-arctic frosts
relinquished in delight to tulips and primrose fantasy.

Will summer come again?
I am past the time
of high-noon expectations
and green meadow romps.
Yet I long for the exultation
of the spirit dressed for eternity,
my soul basking in its own
sun-flecked colors
piercing white harmony
of rainbow existence.

Sarb Nam Kaur Khalsa (c) 2005

Friday, November 11, 2005

Sarb Nam Kaur Khalsa

It was a dark and stormy night. Lightning flashed in the July heat of 1957. Sputnik soared to infamy in the night sky...and a new soul joined the human race. Since then, my journey has taken me to many places and through many incarnations!

I started life in a small apartment near the University of California in West Los Angeles. When I was two, my parents moved to the sprawling ranches and orchards known as the San Fernando Valley (now a burgeoning bedroom community of nearly 3 million denizens).

I grew up in the 1950's - 1970's, some of the most tumultous and exciting times in the US of A. I am a product of Women's Lib and the ecology movement (I was there on the first Earth Day to plant a tree). My psyche embraces the images of the Viet Nam conflict and political assassinations. I loved that TV show "American Dreams" as it portrayed the nostalgic side of my childhood.

Graduated California State University of Northridge in 1979. Saw the beginnings of the PC age in my home (my dad built model computer kits from Radio Shack and wrote his own programs). Took my journalism degree to heart, but fell short of the dream of Woodward and Bernstein. Wrote for a travel magazine, moved to San Francisco, became a vegetarian/meditator and moved into a yoga ashram. Met my spiritual teacher, Yogi Bhajan, in 1981 and took Sikh vows at Winter Solstice celebration in Florida. Married my high school sweetheart (who had evolved into my first Kundalini yoga teacher and a Sikh convert) in 1982. Taught yoga at the CSUN Experimental College, moved to Altadena, CA and worked at the California Institute of Technology and the Jet Propulsion Labs in technical writing and computing.

I moved with my husband Aradhana Singh and young son Fateh Singh to Espanola, New Mexico in 1995. We live in a beautiful spiritual vibration with a large Sikh/yoga community. I became a Sikh minister ( in 2004, write poetry, run a mail-order software business from home (, and enjoy the beauty of this stark and amazing land. I am currently a Big Sister to a sweet 9-year old girl. My son attends school in Amritsar, India ( and we are enjoying the beautiful fall foliage of New Mexico. Life is good!