COMPASSION
A poor old women was living in the neighbourhood of Gurus haveli. Being a widow, she was living alone. She would make ends meet by spinning thread. Whenever the child Guru saw the women had gone outside, he would enter the house and scatter the cotton balls spun by her. The poor women would complain to Mata Gujri against the mischief of the child Guru. Mata Gujri instead of telling off the Guru, she would console the women and give her loads of money compensating her loss. One day Mata Gujri said, "my dear child, why are you playing mischief on this poor lady? What do you get by scattering her cotton balls?" On hearing this, child Guru said, "though I'm not getting anything out of playing mischief however this old lady gets a lot of money. What you give her is much more than she can earn. I want to save the labour of this old mother." Hearing these words of the child Guru, Mata Gujri embraced Guru Ji in a tight hug for his love and compassion.
No one is born hating another person through the colour of their skin, their background, age, gender or religion. People learn to hate and if they learn to hate, they can be taught to love and be compassionate, for love and compassion comes more natural to the human heart than it's opposites.
"He makes compassion his shovel, his body the firewood and kindles the fire of divine vision." Bhagat Kabeer Ji.
Vaheguroo!
