Sitting in the car, the religious text started without me. Let me rephrase, it started playing the 540 years or old words but I was lost in the marvel that I actually was hearinng music of my choice after almost 2 years in my car.
A brief shake of the head, and I began to focus on the language I didn’t understand (and perhaps never would). For a brief moment, I wondered who wa s I kidding myself but the singular string in the background of the track somehow resonated, and I caught myself trying to speak the words along side. There weren’t many I could repeat but I used an immediate substitute: Waheguru.
At first, I felt foolish, fake and forgetful. But I continued replacing my ignorance with what I knew. In that moment, I was one with Him.
My Old lover came back. I betrayed her without a though, used her until I was satisfied, raped her of all meaning, but now I needed her help. I sat in the car with just her repeated one word: Waheguru. The music changed through the tracks but the word stayed the same. Wah Guru (wow, God). That’s it. He had come in Her shape from my past. Music was my true love and passion and I had disrobed and discarded her useless a long time ago or so I thought. Now She came to fill my soul up to the brim. Nothing else entered, a first in over 2 decades. Just me and the Word in the car, speeding along over 80 miles an hour, devouring the pavement the same way I used to the thousands of songs in my library.
Waheguru. In the noise surrounding my world, but in the quiet of the car, only one word was my companion, one my word my lover, one word my savior.
- My Favorite Word (featherglass.com)