Aquarian

Sikhi 3

Purpose of Life

Baar Vidanare

Copy of Listen to the Flute

Copy of ਸਟੀਕ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਗੁਰੂ ਗ੍ਰੰਥ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਜੀ (ਪੋਥੀ ੧, ਅੰਗ ੧-੫੩) - ਭਾਈ ਵੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ ਜੀ

ਸਟੀਕ ਸ੍ਰੀ ਗੁਰੂ ਗ੍ਰੰਥ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਜੀ (ਪੋਥੀ ੧, ਅੰਗ ੧-੫੩)
ਭਾਈ ਵੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ ਜੀ

Santhya Teeka Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji

05.ਕਰਤਾ ਪੁਰਖੁ

04.ਸਤਿਨਾਮੁ

03.ਮੂਲ ਮੰਤ੍ਰ, ੧ਓ

02.ਭੂਮਿਕਾ -੨

01.ਭੂਮਿਕਾ - ੧

Prana Apana

In this guided kirtan meditation you will find the space to let go of yourself and connect with your inner Divine awareness using the mantra Saas Saas Simro Gobind. Move away from your worries and find inner tranquillity.

We humbly thank Hajara Singh for the blissful vocals and DJ Vix for the production of the track.

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Saas Saas Simro Gobind - Divine Awareness (Guided Kirtan Meditation)

Canción de la Khalsa

Sodarshan Epic.mp3

When the Guru cries for you - Birmingham Jan 2025

Bhai Rajan Singh - Mere Raam Ham Baarik Har Prabh Ke Hai Iaane - Birmingham 11.1.25

Bhai Manveer Singh - tum maat pitaa ham baarik tere - Birmingham 11.1.25

Bibi Gurpreet Kaur - tum tau rakhanhaar dayaal - Birmingham 11.1.25

Bhai Simranjeet Singh - jeeo baarik maataa samaarai - Birmingham 11.1.25

Bhai Rajan Singh - Aarti Kirtan - Birmingham 11.1.25

Sung after Sukhmani Sahib path at home. 

25031 - Live Sukhmani Sahib at Home

Two Shloks by Guru Arjan

25043 - Tu Sun Harna Kaleya - concept-01

The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Tu Sun Harna Kaleya - Guru Nanak

25041 - Baishno Az Ney - concept-02

Beshno az ney chon hekaayat mikonad
Listen to the ney (flute) as it tells a tale 

Az jodaayee ha shekaayat mi-konad
Of seperations it is complaining



The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Baishno Az Ney - From Rumi's Masnavi

25044 - Sun Charkhe di mithi mithi - concept-01

The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Sun Charkhe di mithi mithi - Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

25039 - Murli Baaj Uthi Anghaataan - Bulleh Shah concept-01

The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Murli Baaj Uthi Anghaataan - Bulleh Shah

25038 - Dhan Dhan O Raam Ben Baajai - concept-03

The Songs of the Flute

I am stitching songs in air—
a reed of voice, a breath of hope,
some still half-tuned, others asleep
inside a folder named today.

This is not the final version.
I press upload like planting seeds,
knowing not every one will flower
in the brief spring I’ve been given.

And if the rains come late,
or I step away mid-chord,
perhaps you’ll hear the pause—
and breeze the next line for me.
And by me, I mean us:
Rumi, Kabir, Nanak, Bullah, Farid—
those names beyond names are with us.

Our highest hope
is that this album
never comes to a red light—
just passes from hand to hand,
ever budding, evergreen,
like the song the wind keeps pushing
through the cracks in every door.

But even more than that:
perhaps we’ll take down this monument,
clear the stones, scatter the dust—
and build instead
a new, more perfect statue
from our old breath,
our new times,
our forever wishes.

Two Shloks by Guru Arjan

Shivpreet Singh