I spent many months drunk in this bliss of the
Guru's Shabad. Slowly spring arrived. I would go out and eat fresh fruit. I would
visit the river everyday and play in its lap. I discovered the river too sang the Shabad! Indeed everything - trees, wind,
animals – sang the Shabad. In fact, everything had always sung the Shabad - I just hadn't heard it before.
I would sometimes imagine how this Guru would be. But no matter how hard I tried, I could not even begin to imagine
the wonder of this Guru whose Shabad was so enchanting. Then I started experiencing a new feeling within me - I started missing
the Guru. It was quite beyond me to think how I could miss someone who I had never seen. But I felt immensely close to the
Guru. He appeared to be closer to me than even my own self. This feeling deepened so much that it consumed me all day and
all night. I felt that He was near me. I felt that He was loving me - nay, I felt that He was in love with me. His love was
not something that is describable. It was as deep as the ocean. It was as high as the stars. It was as vast as the sky.
My hunger to see Him turned into a passion - a burning passion. I could no longer sleep - not even for a moment. I could no
longer eat – not even a bite. I could no longer think of other - not even for a moment. I would spend the whole day
lost in His remembrance. Sometimes this craving for Him would swell inside me so much that in desperation I would run outside
and shout, “I love you” over and over again to the sky. After I was spent, I would come back and with a sigh sit
down and continue listening to the Shabad. I knew that I could not bear His separation much longer.