Sant Kirpal Singh used to write many beautiful poems in love with Baba Sawan Singh

Whatever He saw, whatever He witnessed He wrote in the form of poems. Taiji used to sing the poems and Baba Sawan Singh would like to hear them.

One time after taking bath, Baba Sawan Singh was cleaning His mouth with towels, and Sant Kirpal Singh at once felt, "At least I stay with Master but still I must stay at a little distance. But these towels are very fortunate, as they are very close to Master’s body. So these towels are more fortunate than me. How beautiful, if Master made me also a towel for His face!"

He went back and wrote a beautiful poem in praise of the Master and in praise of the towels. Taiji knew it, and she took this poem to the Master. Baba Sawan Singh said, "I think today you have brought a beautiful thing for me". She said, "Master, I have one condition, if You want to hear it. You have to give something to me. But I will also give You something in return." She brought one dozen of fresh towels and kept them beside her. Then she sang about the union of the towels with Master – how fortunate these towels were as they were very close to the Masterpower. When she sang this poem, Baba Sawan Singh was very happy. He said, "What is your demand?" She said to Baba Sawan Singh, "Please, give me all those towels and take these fresh ones." And she took all those towels which were in the bathroom of the Master and brought them back to Sant Kirpal Singh saying, "Now, what You demand is here."

It happened that Sant Kirpal Singh went to Amritsar, and Hazur Baba Sawan Singh was expected to arrive there. All were sitting, waiting for His arrival when the message came that the Master was not coming. Some people dispersed, but Kirpal Singh remained there. He wrote this poem: "Whom I love will come", going around in madness. After about one hour, Hazur came there. When on a tour this poem was sung, Sant Kirpal Singh remarked, "Love is a very strong power. Like a glass that does not show your face unless you put something behind it, similarly the love polish at the back reflects the Master within – the God within you."

Baba Sawan Singh wanted to show His due love for Kirpal Singh

One day Baba Sawan Singh said, "Well, I want to go somewhere and those persons who want to come along with me, they should come." They all went with Him, and who were those people? Those who wanted the Mastership from Him, who wanted each and everything from Him. They wanted to overrule all those things, which Master (Sawan Singh) never liked. So they had created their own sphere there. They were very happy to come along with Baba Sawan Singh. While on the way, Baba Sawan Singh said, "There is so much fragrance, it is intoxicating me. It is coming from that side, do you also feel it?" They said, "No Master, we do not feel it at all." Soon afterwards Master again asked, "I think it is so strong, you must feel it a little bit." They answered, "No Master, there is no fragrance, and we are not feeling such an intoxication. We are only feeling Your presence, that is a blessing for us." Baba Sawan Singh went on, and ultimately they reached the Beas station. There some arrangements were already made for sitting. Whom was Master waiting for? For whom He loved. Sant Kirpal Singh was coming to Beas by train, and Baba Sawan Singh wanted to meet Him directly at the railway station. This is the love between the Master and the disciple – He was waiting for His disciple at the railway station.

No one knew (the meaning of this), because it was the first chance to see this miracle in their life; it was a miracle for them, that a Master is going to fetch His disciple from the railway station. Actually Baba Sawan Singh had even no time, the whole Ashram being full of disciples – lots of people coming from all over India and from abroad. It was a beautiful thing that Master left all the work and went to the railway station just to show His love and affection for Kirpal Singh.

When they were sitting there, Baba Sawan Singh again said, "Now this whole atmosphere is full of fragrance, there is so much vibration, so much intoxication, don’t you feel it? Might be, you are feeling it now?" They all were very surprised to hear these words from the Master all the time, the same words He was telling on the way there. "What is this intoxication? What is going on and what is it that Baba Sawan Singh wants to tell us? What further lesson is it that Master wants to give us? He has brought us here for a special purpose." But no one knew who would be coming and who was wishing for Him so much. But when the train came nearer, Baba Sawan Singh stood up and said, "Well, when He will see me, He will jump from the train." So Baba Sawan Singh took His hand above and shouted, "Kirpal Singh, wait, don't jump!" But the train stopped exactly where Baba Sawan Singh was standing, and He embraced Him.

Then Baba Sawan Singh remarked that, when the disciple starts to come to the Master, the disciple becomes receptive and he smells that fragrance which comes from the Master and vibrates the whole atmosphere. This fragrance is already in the body and is working there, and we can smell it if we become receptive. He said, "When a true disciple starts to meet the Master, the Master also experiences the same. He also gets the fragrance from His disciple.

Sant Kirpal Singh was entrusted with many duties by His Master

Everybody was benefited by His presence, but a rivalry also came up in the Sangat. Sant Kirpal Singh tells about it:
Master once ordered me during His lifetime to initiate about 250 people in the monthly gathering. Those who were after the Mastership became worried: "What is going to happen? Everything is gone from our hands." They made parties and spread a great deal of propaganda against me, in writing, through letters and this and that thing. I was true to my own Self. The Master had ordered me to do it; to give talks at Satsang places, attend the poor, the sick, the needy, everyone. Even when I left the office, I used to be attending the sick until eight, nine or ten o’clock at night, and sometimes even later than that.

The Master had ordered me to do it; and letters about me, written by the parties concerned, began to pour in, in all languages, from different towns. They were all about the same subject: "He’s such a man; he's such a man; he's such a man." And Master also knew about all the letters. There were heaps of letters from all around.
My Master had always asked me, when I went to see Him, "Well come on, please, give a talk." And what did I do? He was sitting there, and He made me sit near Him, like a son or a student. I would speak from my heart to Him – I would open my heart to Him in a heart-to-heart talk – and the people enjoyed. But they had arranged it so that for eight months regularly I was not permitted to go near the Master, not even to talk to Him. So much propaganda was being carried on! But I would just look at His eyes, and that was sufficient for me: because eyes speak more than words.

My Master used to go to the hills. My elder brother went there (I did not even tell this secret to my brother. Why complain of the Master and His disciples to someone else? I simply asked him, "When you find yourself all alone with the Master, simply ask Him if there are any drawbacks or if there is anything I've done wrong. (The disciple can err; only Masters are save from that.) I may have erred knowingly or unknowingly. Just talk with the Master." When my brother came back, I asked him, "Did you ask the Master about it?" And he said, "Yes. The Master said, I know he has done nothing wrong, either knowingly or unknowingly; but strangely enough, so much water passed over his head, but he never came to me to tell me about it." So naturally, when Master returned – I never asked any time from my Master – I said, "I want a few minutes with you." – "Oh, yes, you're welcome." When the day had passed and it was about nine or ten in the night, He sent for me and said, "Close the doors." I was with Him, sitting by Him. I told Him, "I did not come to You because I know that You are in me and seeing my every action – watching my every action and also the trend of my life: You know where I am going. That is why I never came to You." He was all wrath. He said, "Those people have created so much hell." I said, "Well, I have not come for that."

What did He say the next day? I always used to sit at the back, just watching. He sat on the throne – on the pulpit – and said, "Well, Kirpal Singh, come on, give your talk!" And those around Him who were making parties said, "No, Master, we won't like to hear him; we would like to hear from You directly". He said, "No, He will talk." They insisted very much. And still He ordered me, "You come here and talk to them." Strangely enough, the tables were turned in one night.

No one knew whom Baba Sawan Singh loved so much as who would be His successor. Slowly, slowly people felt it, but this mystery was more secret than outside. There was one person, whose name was Bua Das. He used to go within. One day he came to Baba Sawan Singh and said, "Hazur, I want to talk with You on a very important issue." He wanted to know the fact, lest he may not fail the way. Hazur asked, "Yes, you can tell me." Baba Sawan Singh had already announced, "If there is anybody in the Satsang who can help me within, he can come very freely to me." So Bua Das went to Baba Sawan Singh and said, "Hazur, in this regard I have seen that there is only one disciple who can help you." Baba Sawan Singh asked, "Who is that?" He said, "It is Sant Kirpal Singh." Baba Sawan Singh asked further, "Where did you see Him working?" And Bua Das answered, "I have seen Him working up from the fifth plane." Baba Sawan Singh said, "You are right. You are knowing it." These are some secrets and the Master reveals those secrets. He does not want to keep it secret, but He discloses it to someone to show who really has to work after Him. There are the Saints, and the staff members also come along with the Saints. Master used to say, "When Saints come into the world, they bring their staff members with them."

Gurmat Sidhant

Sant Kir­pal ­Singh ­wrote a beau­ti­ful ­book, ­the Gur­mat Sid­hant, ­and in ­spite of ­His ­own Mas­ter stress­ing up­on it, He ­did ­not ­agree to ­put ­His ­name ­there. He ­said, "My ­pen is ­the sin­ner of writ­ing it, ­but it ­was on­ly writ­ten ­with ­Your in­struc­tion, with­out ­Your guid­ance it ­could ­have nev­er ­been writ­ten. So it is ­Your ­Grace – it ­should be pro­duced, it ­should be pre­sent­ed ­with ­Your ­name. Be­cause ­the pur­pose of ­the dis­ci­ple is to ­show ­his Mas­ter to ­the ­world ­and ­not him­self. Ba­ba Saw­an ­Singh ­agreed. ­This ­was ­the hu­mil­i­ty of ­our Mas­ter. In ­the foot­notes of ­the sec­ond edi­tion of ­the Gur­mat Sid­hant it ­was writ­ten ­that a ­third edi­tion ­will al­so be pub­lished. ­Sant Kir­pal ­Singh ­wrote ­the ­third edi­tion, ­but He kept it un­der lock­age. He ­did ­not ­give it ­for print­ing. On­ly a ­month be­fore ­His phys­i­cal de­par­ture He ­gave us ­this ­book to ­print it. ­And ­this He ­did ­with ­all hu­mil­i­ty. As it ap­peared on ­the foot­notes of ­the Gur­mat Sid­hant, ­Part II: "­That ­book ­will be print­ed". He ­kept a con­scious ­watch on ­the ­ego. ­Though He ­could ­say ­that ­the cred­it ­goes to ­His Mas­ter – but peo­ple ­took ­Him as Mas­ter. So ­the ­book ­was pub­lished af­ter ­His phys­i­cal de­par­ture. ­Now it ­has ­been du­ly print­ed, ­but we ­have to see how humble Master was.

Sant Kirpal Singh tells in His own words: Gurmat Sidhant is a book written by me – through my hands I would say, not by me, but by the God-Master within me. I used to write it down and take it to Master to read it to Him so that He may give the final yes. Once I wrote what happened to an initiate who is left behind after the Master has left the physical plane. That was a very practical statement, description given. There was a Master, Dadu by name, who had an initiate who was not at the place when his Master left the body. When he came to the tomb, he lay down on the tomb. And he repeated this couplet, "O Master, without You I could not live for a moment. It is not bearable." So he passed away.

When I read out that part of the Gurmat Sidhant to Him he said, "That's all right, Kirpal Singh. Read it again!" I had just quoted two or three sentences like that. Then again I read it to Him. Again He said, "Will you read it again?" Again I read it. Perhaps He was telling me, "You, poor fellow, have the same fate awaiting you."