It was a dark moonless night. Suddenly there was rain accompanied with lightning and thunder. Village was asleep; but Nanak was awake and the echo of his song filled the air. Nanak’s mother was worried, and told his son, “Nanak, go to sleep now, my son; soon it will be dawn.” Nanak became silent and from the darkness came a call of a bird – ‘Piyu, Piyu, Piyu!’ Nanak called out, “Listen mother! The bird is calling to his beloved; how can I be silent. I will also call my beloved – I will have to sing thru many lives, before my voice reaches Him, as He is far away.” Nanak resumed singing.

Nanak practiced no austerity, meditation or yoga. He only sang and thru singing he arrived. His singing became his meditation, his yoga and his purification.

Endless meditation done at convenience – half-heartedly, will take you nowhere; whereas just singing simple song with all your being merged into it, or dance a dance with same total absorption; and you will reach. The question is not what you do; but how much of yourselves have you got involved in the act. You too will have to lose yourself, you too will have to drown in the sea of singing to realise Him.