Friday, October 10
Tread Softly Or Damage The Robe Of Many Colours
For a long time now I have believed that our actions, words and thoughts react on other people. They can start off a chain of good or bad.
If we get angry with someone or a situation, for example, this will be passed on to others in a chain reaction. We may not have meant to do this, but unintentionally we can set off a reaction of good or bad. that passes from person to person, situation to situation.
I guess, therefore, we have to be careful as to what we say or do to others and tread softly.
What made me think of this today was because I came across a poem in a very old book. I don't know who wrote it, the credit in the book is simply given as 'Chela'. In Hindi this is a version of the word celaa which means disciple or pupil.
Tread softly, softly, softly,
You are on holy ground
And the earth wherein you walk
Is bathed in light;
For the fabric of creation
Is most wonderfully weaved
In a seamless robe of splendour and delight.
'Tis made of love to unify
The warring sons of men
So tear it not by judgements harshly given;
For any angry, careless word
Will break a loving thread
And rents are formed by thoughtless criticism.
Then nought but countless hours of pain
And discords hardly borne
Will to the soul its waywardness reveal,
And many a tear will flow before
The eyes can see to sew
With new found threads of love, the rent to heal.
There is but one great sin for men
- The sin against his brother,
Against the holy love which binds
Each life-form to the other.
The rending of the fabric
The tearing thoughtlessly
Of the robe of many colours
Which is love's unity.
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Posted by Mike Perry at 06:00
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How ironic but when I came to the end of your shared poem, my mind thought, "selah."- a word often at the end of a Psalm. It denotes the crashing of a cymbal. So yes, the sharing here did resonate with me... and remembering that everything old is new again. (Whether a coat or robe off many colours.)ReplyDelete
Maybe that is the meaning of Chela in this case - the crashing of a symbol. I've never heard that definition before - interesting!Delete
Beautiful poem, with so much truth in those words.ReplyDelete
Very wise and lovely.ReplyDelete