With a pity I fixed my eyes on that poor little thing.
Crawling its way through the dirt. Carrying the weight of its own home, wherever it goes.
Probably it is not even aware of the load it holds, since it was born with it.
However, the shell – its home is not always a burden.
Perhaps it shields the creature, from the hazards around.
But it will never live liberated of the burden, or die!
In that moment, I was happy to be a human.
My fragile shoulders are free from a load equivalent to my body’s weight.
Then I pondered – Am I really set free? Am I not born with a burden to carry?
“Deeds – The Karma” says the instinct.
“You’re crawling your way through the worldly dirt. Carrying the weight of your own actions, wherever you go.
Probably you’re not even aware of the load you hold, since you were born with it.
However, the Deeds – Your Karma are not always a burden.
Perhaps your noble deeds shield you, from the hazards around.
But you will never live liberated of the Karma, or die!”