THE DIVINE GAME, IN THE SILENCE LODGETHE SOULS WERE RESTING IN LIGHT WAITING

In the Silence Lodge, the souls were resting in light, Waiting for the Referee to begin the divine fight. A whistle sounded — “Children, come and play,” The Supreme Father called, “Enter the world today.” Brahma Baba stood there, the trainer of the game, Explaining every rule in the Father's sacred name. “Play with purity, children, let your fortune shine, Remember the One Father, and victory will be thine.” But five dark players entered — anger, ego, greed, Lust and attachment whispered, “Follow us, we lead.” Every foul depleted the intellect's divine light, Yet the Father taught us how to make our fortune bright. “Don't blame the Referee when sorrow comes your way, Every soul plays its role and receives its karmic pay.” When someone leaves the stage, don't cry and lose your way, The soul has changed its costume and will return to play. Sukhdev brings happiness; he never gives sorrow, Become a bestower of joy today and tomorrow. The true Satguru takes every child back home, Beyond this playground, where the silent souls roam. Stone intellect becomes a diamond through remembrance, Knowledge and Yoga awaken fortune's brilliance. Brahma, Vishnu, Shankar — now their meaning we know, The eternal Drama teaches how the cycles flow. Be a true Sita of Ram, follow every divine code, Amritvela, Murli, Seva — lighten your sacred road. Don't empty your vessel while serving everyone, Balance self-effort and service till the victory is won. The final whistle sounds — our crown of light is bright, From Dormant Fortune to Victory — we return to the Home of Light. 🎨