From The Ancient Storm – Lyrics & Translations

All Of Myself

All Of Myself, All Of Myself

All Of My Heart Is With You

How Can I Go Somewhere Else In This Life

When All Of My Thoughts Are With You

In This Life, I Had Many Chances

And All Have Been Leading To You

How Can I Know Something Else In This Mind

When All Of My Love Is For You

Kal Akaal

Kal Akaal, Siri Kal, Maha Akaal, Akal Moorat

Translation:

Kaal means finite/death. Akaal means infinite/undying. Akaal Moorat is our pattern that exists beyond death.

Benefits:

This mantra is a protective ashtang mantra, according to Yogi Bhajan. The Master of Kundalini yoga said that this mantra could wrap around animosity and seal it closed. It’s like a protective forcefield that makes it impossible for animosity to touch you. Yogi Bhajan even said that it could “remove the very shadow of death.”

Dhan Baba Nanaak, Tuhi Nirankar

Dhan Baba Nanaak, Tuhi Nirankar

Translation:

Hail Baba(Acknowledging and giving respect to a Saint/Great Sage) Naanak, You Are The Formless One

Benefits:

This mantra invokes the formless and infinite quality of our true self…the soul.

China

 

The Day The Sun Was Blue

The Old Story Was Something New

Outside The Wind Blew Lonely

 

The Clock Ticked Fear And Struck With Doom

They Took Everything She Knew

And The Girl With The Skin So Fair

Cried China

 

Oh China My Heart’s With You

And All Your Children Too

I Won’t Give You Up

I Want To Grow With You

Oh China, My Heart’s With You

And All Your People Too

Oh China, Oh China

 

Hand In Hand On The Dharma Wheel

The Country Side Where We Reveal

All The Secrets That They Fear

Oh China

 

On The Day The Sun Runs Scared

The Machines Patrol The Square

And The Girl With The Skin So Fair

Cries China

 

Oh China My Heart’s With You

And All Your Children Too

I Won’t Give You Up

I Want To Grow With You

Oh China My Heart’s With You

And All Your People Too

Oh China, Oh China

 

From The Ancient Storm

The Youth Is Born

It Won’t Be Long Til’ It Turns Around

Oh China

Ung Sung Wahe Guru

 

Ung Sung Wahe Guru

Translation:

The dynamic, living ecstasy of the universe is dancing within every cell of me.

Benefits:

This mantra annihilates haunting thoughts.  

Pure

 

In The Dark With Your Future In My Heart

My Past Rising From Your Skin

How Can You Smell So Sweet?

 

My Twin, My Darling

Known You Such A Long Time

There’s No Separation, Even When We Have To Leave

How Can You Smell So Sweet?

 

What We Have Is So Rare

 

The Way We Touch Skin

So Pure And Beautiful

 

Better Than Anything

So Pure And Beautiful

 

Our Skin So Pure And Beautiful

 

Better Than Anything

So Pure And Beautiful

Dungeon Of The Ribcage

 

I am me.

Myself.

My environments.

My projection.

My parallel.

My perpendicular and my principle.

That many I am.

And if all that many of me are not understood,

Not felt, not taken care of, not loved and not put together,

I will just die as an unknown mystery-

Unremembered and forgotten.

This is the story of every man or a woman born in the rib cage,

The dungeon of karma.

In my ecstasy of consciousness,

I see the skies,

I see the stars,

And I know and I feel

The movement and the magnetic field,

And the infinity,

And the light,

And the darkness.

But in that culture of so much happening

I am still a very,very,very extremely very, very lonely man.

A slave of the dungeon of the rib cage.

I hear music.

I create music.

I know rhythm.

I know voices.

I hear the birds.

I even hear the fishes talking.

I’m trying to see and feel

Everything in the world I know.

And I know the sounds,

And the sounds, which I can’t hear.

But I am a slave of the rib cage,

And nearest to me is my heart.

And I do not recognize its very sound.

So arrogant and so ignorant

And much in duality I keep living.

Each day gives me the message of beauty,

Of bounty,

Of prosperity,

Of flourishing,

Of blossoming.

I’m going, and going, and going and going…

On the path of infinity.

Cycle after cycle.

Prayer after prayer.

Grace after grace.

Rosary after rosary.

Feast after feast,

And fast after fast.

I’ve gone through the passage of life,

But still I’m the slave of the dungeon of the rib cage.

Many have called me human.

Many have called me beast.

Many have called me a lower being.

Some people have called me a higher being.

Sometimes I did experience the infinity of God,

And the light of the heavens shined through me.

And sometimes I spoke the word of Truth

Which God gave me to be,

I was channel.

I was channel.

And many times I’m just the lowest of the low,

And the creature, and the dungeon of the dirt of the dirt

Of the human caliber and behavior

And in that duality I keep on living.

But still I’m the slave of the dungeon of the rib cage.

Now I feel the touch of God has touched me and I’m free.

In that freedom I feel the ecstasy of light.

I’m polite.

I’m good.

I’m God.

From The Game of Love: A Book of Consciousness. The Poems and Art of Yogi Bhajan