Poems and Reflections from the First Khalsa Women’s Training Camp

This post contains excerpts from an article that originally appeared in a 1976 issue of Beads of Truth


The Home Of Guru Ram Das

By S.S. Guru Prem Kaur Khalsa 

The earth where we root our souls, the floor.

The infinite reach of our hearts, the ceiling.

Our yearning to be with Truth, the door.

With four walls of Guru Ram Das protecting

Here we have come together

Loved together

And felt the touchstone of the Guru’s Word.

We have worked together

Lived for each other

And through God’s praise have been found Pure.

The sisterhood we have known and built has lived before and will reach beyond

To soothe every corner of this laboring Earth.

Our Guru’s radiance,  the glint of the sword

Will cause all negativity to fall before us.

And through His Grace and through His Word

This living sisterhood shall hold the world

With joyful simran and service.


Ladies Camp

By Judy Whipp

I entered in fear,

Dreading what was here.

Timid to try,

I was letting part of life by.

Fears fell like snaps as I stretched and expanded.

Running became a challenge.

Karate became an exploration of self.

Jungle games became conquerable

Gurmukhi became a key

A shabad became learnable.

It has been a time to grow in awareness of my Womanhood . . .

To grow close to many sisters . . .

To grow in commitment and peace.

I’ll leave in grace, with a smile on my face!


Breakfast comes but once a day, we surely never miss it. Langar lines straight as pews, soup, yogurt and Khalsa biscuits. Announcements!! Announcements!! Siri Bhrosia Kaur: “No men allowed in tents!” “Does anyone have a car?”

Khalsa Remembers God

By Har Nal Kaur Khalsa 

Oh, Soul, seekers of home.

Khalsa, remember God

A vague feeling hidden deep

Calls to say, “there was something else.”

(We were born to die).

Slave to circumstances and people

Emotions run up and down.

Ego demands recognition

Positive and negative.

Unfocused lethargy, a heavy weight.

Body fumbles, inept its clay

Soul cries out for release

Soul pushes out for release

Pierce into the self.

Channel to infinity

Soul merges into oneness.

Sweet nectar flows peace and joy.

I am the Grace of God

God. God. God.

God and me are One.

Life becomes conscious.

Consciousness is to serve

Graceful spirit, poised and tall.

Trust God within.

Freely manifest His Grace and strength

You know the Truth

Live to acknowledge God

Or doubt with silence

And fall into forgetfulness

Once again.

Khalsa remembers God.

And lives in the bliss of His Name

Servant of God and Guru

Break and bring your forehead

To the ground.



By S.S. Guru Prem Kaur Khalsa 

Women, Roses, Ladies

Your perfume fills the air.

Your perfect petals reflect heaven.

Your pure existence fulfills prayer.


“Woman is a multiple human activity machine.”


By S.S. Bibi Bhani Kaur Khalsa 

When I was a child

I would lie in bed

And look out at the vast dark sky

So much greater than I.

My life seemed like a tiny spark

That would soon flicker and die.

And the universe would go on without me.

I would never be there again.

There would be nothing but darkness.

Emptiness, nothingness.

Forever and ever.

I would call to my mother and cry.

“I don’t want to die!”

She would say. “Don’t worry, dear, go to sleep.

You have many more years to live.”

I would count sixty, seventy, maybe eighty years.

That was a very long time.

And my mother’s presence made me feel less alone.

I would forget and go to sleep.

Now I lie in my bed at night

And look out at heaven’s expanse.

Somehow I feel myself a part of it all;

I know that my life is just a small spark

But it is part of a greater light,

That will shine forever and never go out.

I imagine myself dying for Truth.

Standing proudly before the enemy

To choose death over disgrace

Choosing to go to the Infinite Creator

Rather than dishonor His Name on Earth.

To stand at the last moment and cry,

“Wahe Guru Ji Ka Khalsa! Wahe Guru Ji Ki Fateh!”

Or if it is my destiny to die when I am old,

Welcoming death as a friend come to guide me to a higher realm.

God and Guru Grant me the Grace to live and die in Truth.

With the realization that I am a part of the Infinite Spirit.

Which lives forever.


“The soothing and calming effect of life comes from the world of woman.”

Ladies Training Camp 1976

By S.S.  Sat Kartar Kaur Khalsa

Days and distances of land and sea

Lay tucked away so far behind me.

My room back home was cluttered still

With things of which I had had my fill:

Lurking scraps of bad habits and fears

Left behind for the rest of my years.

Many months I wondered in advance,

“Will we really have this Golden Chance

To learn to take the true Khalsa stance,

To have a glimpse of the Guru’s glance?”

At last the day dawned to wave good-bye

I sailed away like a butterfly.

As a wave on the sea takes its form,

We joined together to build our norm.

A nest of ladies shimmering white.

Solid sisterhood with auras bright.

Service, sweat, sacrifice were the tools

To shape us into the Guru’s jewels.

We gathered gladly, a cozy clan,

To hear the words of one saintly man.

His wisdom, truth and sincerity

Instilled such courageous clarity:

We have no fear to defend and fight,

To live gracefully and do what’s right.

His mine of knowledge so vast and deep

Opened a vein of life, rich and steep.

His sacrifice and infinite flow

Ignited in us a gracious glow.

His stamina and fatherly ways

Coated our hearts with a golden glaze.

The shock of death jolted every heart

When a saintly soul chose to depart.

The time had come for us to realize

We come to go, but the spirit never dies.

And so that day we felt elated.

For our dear friend was liberated.

The sweet sight and smell of the local land,

Unending range of red desert sand.

Sculpted formations from days of old

Preserved and honored in nature’s fold,

Moving masterpieces meet the eye.

The joys, the gifts, the lessons, the tests

Were received by us as grateful guests.

We bowed, we prayed, we meditated.

We thanked the Lord that He created

This Training Camp where we could all meet

And surrender at the Guru’s feet.


Khalsa – Rainbow O’er the Earth

By S.S. Ravi Har Kaur Khalsa 

The night wind blows in gusts so strong the earth shakes.

And my tent-home billows and wavers under its continued impact.

The darkening sky is shot with lightning and thunder shouts from the heavens.

But not even the monstrous wind beating at all of Creation

Can sweep away the kiss of God,  the rainbow,

Which embraces the sky from one end to another.

It comes forth silently, gracefully, to stand immovable in the heavens, yet joined with the earth.

Ever present, it manifests and becomes known,

Only when God calls it forth to stand as an example, a thing of beauty, awe-inspiring.

The vibrant delicacy of its colors,

The purity of its radiance,

Glow as a gift from God.

No wind can bend the great arc,

Nothing can change the bold shape.

And it promises it will never give an inch to the elements.

Nothing can move it because it is constructed neither of wood,

Nor of clay, nor painted in the sky.

Intangible, untouchable, its essence is ether, spirit, created out of love, by the One Creator

As a Sign for people to find a bit of hope in times of doubt.

The rainbow, steadfast and unbendable, radiant,

Magnificent in God’s Glory,

Shining through the darkest of times,

Graces our earth.

Khalsa, the spirit of Khalsa, born also of Love

From the deepest Womb of the Universe.

Born, nursed, nurtured and raised,

That one day it too might be as the rainbow,

But a “spiritbow” whose entire form is not visible from one point,

But encompasses the entire earth.

The spirit of Khalsa, a rainbow o’er the earth —

Its colors: compassion, humility, grace, courage, and strength;

Its radiance, the purest Light of God.

And like the rainbow, Khalsa comes forth,

Called by its Infinite Creator to be an example,

To stand strong in the Grace of God

Against the greatest turbulence.

To stand boldly and courageously with the humility

Of knowing its courage comes from God alone.

Nothing can move Khalsa an inch,

No action, no word,

For its action is of God, and its word is God

And that cannot be broken.

The spirit of Khalsa is a thing of beauty.

And those blessed to behold it are in awe.

Born of undying Love, undauntable, immovable —

it is the Hope for those in doubt,

That their tomorrow might bring New Faith.

The spirit of Khalsa, steadfast and unbendable,

Radiant, magnificent in God’s Glory.

Shining through the darkest of times,

Graces our earth.


Reflections on Ladies Training Camp

By Manjit Kaur Khalsa and Siri Prem Kaur Khalsa 

The sound of silence

Where silence is essence

The strength of purity

Where purity is living soul

The songs of bliss

Where bliss is union

The flow of nectar

Where nectar is sacrifice

The power of truth

Where truth is alone

May this moment of Shakti ever endure.

This fountain of light

Our inner moon.

Reflection of God’s purity;

This gentle softness

Our motherhood.

The Pritham Bhagavate

Our enduring wisdom

A deep ocean,

Perfection and totality

This endurance of good

Our simple self

Nature’s supremacy

May this moment of Shakti ever endure.

Purple sentinels standing

Sharing with flowing crystal

Age, youth, and neither one

Perceiving all and giving all

Father Water and Mother Earth.

Through a liquid black

Laced with tree branches

Woven by lights of the night

Peering into the unknown.

Defending sleeping sisters;

By the pink dusty ribbon

Safe and grass and wildflowers

Scenting the morning freshness

Sky rising to meet clear light

Running on breath sweet and full

Ancient rhythms

Haunting longing

Soul pierced by melody

Exalted by undying sounds

Easy union, floating.

Bodies straight and fast

Energy vital and centered

With kick or shot or sword,

Countering negativity

Uplifting spirit and self,

Reaching beyond the rain

Taxing borders of past reality

Walking borders of past reality

Walking a softened earth

We emerge a new white lotus

Embracing our infinity.

And from dark to light,

Pain to bliss, earth to ether

We will seize this moment of Shakti

Unto it, truly live, or truly die.

Wahe Guru Ji Ka Khalsa, Wahe Guru Ji Ki Fateh!


The Coming of Dawn

By Sada Anand Kaur Khalsa 

No one hears me

The only voice is from with inside

Listening to the calm, dark stillness

And feeling proud to be alive.

Occasional sighs of restless slumber

And the subtle drone of the gamma waves.

All our sisters’ traveling

Their souls on a road

That’s been well paved.

Not a word do we utter

We walk so consciously

Tune our ears to silence

And all charge is frequency

Crackling in the bushes

We’ll sneak up on the sound,

How should we attack the mugger,

Does he stand a chance

Should we rib him from behind

Or wait calmly in front stance?

We’ll carry our lessons always

Fight fearlessly till the end

Armored pole and whistle

God and Truth in hand.

Approaching the scene of crime

But not a soul in sight

Could it be the crackling sound

A mugger in the night?

We’ll face our future fearlessly

Expecting no reward.

Sa Ta Na Ma brings me back

To all the things I knew

But God and Guru give me strength

To help me see it through.

Guru, Guru, Wahe Guru.

The light of day at last

Dyes coral clouds glowing embers

The light has shed its mask

Vibration of Anand Sahib

Set my spirit free

Around the track running

To gain the strength we need,

To carry on our mission

Living righteously.


“Innocence is divine, ignorance is a curse. Knowledge is a virtue and when one does not follow the knowledge, one ruins the past, present and future.”

In Gratitude

By S.S. Adi Shakti Kaur Khalsa 

And sitting here

Looking up at this man

Tears streaming from an unknown place inside

Never before touched this way,

I thank God.

For I have never in my life felt such love from anyone

Totally accepting, unattached, encompassing,

Very gently he holds my soul

Peeling away layers and layers

Of insecurity, of fear, of doubt.

Of ignorance.

Awakening me to my Self

I thank God.

Engulfed in this gratitude

Surrendered to the Ecstasy of this moment.

I realize the incredible gift I’m being given,

the know-how to become a living woman

And I thank God.


“A woman must do two things: she must like herself, and she must have faith that she likes herself.”


By S.S. Guru Prem Kaur Khalsa 

Daughters of the Khalsa

Mighty warriors too.

Prepare for any battle

By running our course on through.

Quickly leap the treacherous ditch.

Run cheetah to the ladder

Then a mental block made manifest,

An excuse: “Let’s see, my bladder!!”

A wall of courage, fight fire with fire,

A foot, a leg on the other side.


Tears, insecurities, a shadow of the past.

With God and Guru by my side

I leaped the wall at last.

Crawling on my belly now,

Low from enemy fire.

Thank God, I made it safe,

To cross the tightrope wire

Leave behind not fiery coals

Flying parallel.

There’s never any time to waste

To make the karate bell!!


Will you know me

When I come home again?

On this soil I’ve been growing

Into a living woman.

I have no words to tell you where I have been

No picture, no story could give that description!

Only my life, our life, will show

As I serve you, I shall deserve you

And so shall we grow.


“The dead branches have to fall back to where they came from. The time is now for trimming the tree. Ego will fall and spirit will rise.”

On Guard

By S.S. Vikram Kaur Khalsa 

I was guard at Siri Singh Sahib Ji’s lectures. One day I was sick. The thought came: “No! We are saint-soldiers and a soldier of the Khalsa is always ready for duty!”

I dragged myself out of bed and upon arrival found that Sardami Sahiba Krishna Kaur had replaced me.

Joining the sangat and sitting there I found myself still guarding! And a wave of realization passed through me. I suddenly knew that I would be “guarding” for the rest of my life, whether “on duty” or not.

I felt a fearless readiness to leap up and protect with my very life, not only our beloved Siri Singh Sahib Ji,  but any one of my sisters present! And then I knew that from then on I would walk, talk and live in that constant readiness that was ever a longing, where sacrifice of self was no sacrifice but a gift! And where forgetting myself thus, my individual life and family, was merging in Amrit-Khalsa, where all is white-light and bliss, and always was and always will be.






This article originally appeared in Beads of Truth in the Fall of 1976


View an article about the very first Khalsa Women’s Training in 1976 in the same issue of Beads of Truth


View a lecture on women by Siri Singh Sahib, Yogi Bhajan that appeared in the same issue of Beads of Truth

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