reminded of a story picked up while wandering in india....
a man had decided to turn his back on wordly affairs, broken and desperate, he came to india looking for some hope of peace and serenity.
he happened upon an elderly swami who invited him to stay at his ashram.
every day he and his fellow "renunciates" would travel to a nearby village where the townfolk would offer them food and blessings.
often the villagers would stoop to kiss his feet.
this disturbed him greatly, so he approached the head swami crying...."master, i don't understand why the villagers wish to kiss my feet, i am such a miserable wretch, if they only knew what i have done, they would not wish to sully themselves so !"
the kind master uttered...."it's because they know you go within....to places they dare not dream to venture, or they wish to but cannot go , due to family and/or other wordly obligations."
"it's reverant appreciation and homage duly warranted....in time, you will come to know that this is truly so !"
another saying heard along the way...."religion is for those afraid to go to hell, spirituality is for those who've been there."
i have been that cardboard character
along some concrete highway
you caught out of the corner of your eye
as you sped on by.
mommy, daddy, look at me, look at me, look at me !
only just to be seen and heard for who and what i truly am....that's it, that's all....it's as simple as that !
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