When someone beats a rug,the
blows are not against the rug,
but against the dust in it.”― Rumi
but against the dust in it.”― Rumi
Wonder why God beats us
Or bangs us against the
wall
If he doesn’t rub us down
How will the dust of pride
fall
I complain when God hits me
But I don’t see the invisible
hand
He is the hammer and he is
the anvil
He turns me into a sword
grand
The harder you rub me oh lord
The more shall I shine and glow
I shall shine in your
divine light
As you scrub the rust of my ego.
I am the pile of mud oh God
beat me and bake me hot
With your invisible gentle
hand
Turn me into a useful pot –
Vasant Khisty
We always wonder why do we
rise and why do fall so many times in life. The other way of looking at it is that
if the carpet is not beaten don with a stick the dust cannot be removed.
This nature has its way of
humbling us down in life.
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