Dream of the East

In a field, I saw a great Guru of the Akali Nihangs, riding on his gray horse, wearing the Dastar Bunga upon his head, and the electric blue Khalsa Swarupa over his body. His eyes, dark and piercing, gazed at me from his handsome dark face. Around his wrists were six silver chakram, and a kirpan in its silver scabbard rested at his side. He spoke a language of a thousand tongues, and I stood petrified. More and more demonstrative his speech became--urging me, demanding me, but to what? Finally, he let out a great yell, kicked his horse and galloped away. I watched him recede into the distance, toward the great sun setting in the west. When he had disappeared completely, darkness reigned, and the stars rode across the sky like the great warrior Gurus of the Akali Nihangs.