Buddha Sweeping

The Buddha is a Factory Labourer

The Buddha is a factory labourer!

It’s true; honestly. It came to me as a revelation half way through my daily run.

The Buddha…is a factory labourer.


Maybe, I don’t think so but … I’ll take my chances.

God often talks to me mid run

When my conscious filter is switched off and my internal dialogue a simmering background noise. And when He speaks I listen, and this time when He whispered gently into my heart He told me that The Buddha (or The Holy Prophet, or Jesus, or Lau Tzu, or Krishna, or Guru Granthe Sahib) is pretty good with a brush and a shovel.

I suppose I should explain.

I have a friend.

You know who you are.

I like this friend very much, and I love to chat with him. And of late he has taught me a great lesson (which I will get to).

He is a factory owner/spiritual-aspirant and quite fancies himself as a bit of an all-round altruist. My friend also prides himself on his character because he is in favour with some weighty spiritual gurus and can parley on all things esoteric.

But here is the rub: whilst he is a great lad, his ‘valleys and hills’ are not yet levelled, because whilst his best game is sharp and inspirational, his least game is dull and paltry. He treats those (he feels are) above him like sovereigns, but those that (he feels) are subordinate – his factory labourer for instance – he treats like untouchables.

Because he discriminates. Because he can!

But he shouldn’t, because his labourer in the factory is the Buddha.

When my friend is in my company he is regal: generous to a fault, funny, intelligent, gregarious – there is nothing he would not do for me.

But I know that he holds me in high regard, so it pays him to don his best gown.
And when this lad is with his guru he is the epitome of grace; grateful, courteous, and complimentary in the extreme.

But his guru is his guru, and you can’t let your mask slip when the master is in the house.

And when he is with customers in his factory he is the sham-servitor extraordinaire.
But he is a savvy economist; he has read all the books and knows enough to know that the customer is (always) right, even when he isn’t.

It brings repeat business.
But, when it comes to his labourer his best game is lacklustre, his grace is a disgrace and his economics become, well, uneconomical.

Why should he do any better?

What profit is there in respecting the man with the brush and shovel?

Unfortunately my friend just doesn’t understand that, his labourer is the Buddha.
His labourer is me.

His labourer is his guru and his customer.

Actually his labourer is the king, the queen and the common man.

In the bible Jesus says;

“how you treat the least of you is how you treat me.”

My lovely friend treats me (his guru and his customer) royally because he distinguishes us as different from his labourer, perhaps higher than his labourer, perhaps more worthy, so he brings out the best crockery and no request is too much trouble.

Who’s going to notice the ill treatment of one miserly floor sweeper?

Actually, Life notices, Life is The Master of the Scales, and be in no doubt; it keeps score.

I notice.

His guru notices, and his customers (if not already) will eventually notice too. Because how you treat one is how you treat all.

The One wears many hats; She might be your wife or your mother, He might be your son or your husband, it might be your neighbour or your lover.

And Buddha, well, he passes through this way more often than you might imagine, looking for the humble, the aspirant and the cross-bearer.

And when He arrives (and this is the best bit) it is not announced with trumpet call and lines of hierarchy stood aside the carpet rolled and red.

That would be too obvious.

People would know.

And in knowing, people would wear their best mask tight, they would doff their posh hat in low-bow, and sparkle with their charity medals lined on lapel.
To sort the wheat from chaff, to repel the vainglorious sycophant and draw the genuine servitor He usually prefers to take a more humble disguise (He certainly tends to arrive as someone difficult to like); perhaps the Mighty will come as a whiffy down-and-out with begging fingers and a newspaper bed, or perhaps a dusty peasant riding into town on a donkey, or, if he really wants to be incognito, he might disguise himself as something startlingly routine like, oh, I don’t know….a factory labourer, with shovel and broom perhaps?

Jesus said, the way you treat the least of you is the way you treat me.

I would add to this;

“The way you treat the least of you is the way you treat yourself”

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  • Reply Ruth November 25, 2015 at 11:59 am

    Very good article and I do subscribe. I had some real trouble reading it because every time I clicked off the ‘please subscribe’ button it popped up again – maybe 10 times. Perhaps you could fix that. Quite a nuisance and really took away the enjoyment of the article. I do enjoy your messages very much.


    • Reply inspiredaily November 25, 2015 at 1:14 pm

      Thanks for your feedback Ruth. We will look into that

  • Reply Adi oneill November 25, 2015 at 9:29 pm

    A good reminder to those that carry the weight of artificial power that status in the workplace is meaningless if you only play your best game for gain or favour or promotion or even more power and artificial status..

  • Reply ANNE ROBERTS December 10, 2015 at 12:57 pm

    I love this piece,….this is all so true & a lesson as individuals & as a society we need to take on board,….
    I so agree with the final sentence, too: ‘The way you treat the least of you is the way you treat yourself’….
    Brilliant,…as with so many of Geoff Thompsons’ observations….

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