Little broken words. A long drawn spark.

Is it possible that when much loved and much hated Gandhi 

offered his advice to turn the other cheek - 
He was not suggesting one to be a doormat or a fruit to be chopped and pulped
As I have often cheekily interpreted - 
'turn the other cheek' 

Cheeky or not, literal interpretations
betray the bluff, and
demonstrate a lack of finesse
but that is another story
another string of broken words

Maybe, he was only
very gently pointing towards a simpler
a lesser painful answer to our shared human dilemma. 
That petty tussles of pride serve none. 
That being the Truly Worthy, which we all are, we have nothing to defend.
That we are greater than our little prides
That this little body is enormous compared to our little pouts and wars
Maybe he was inviting us to 
walk lightly, softly
with less baggage of ego and pride
With hopes that the pain of second slap
"too shall pass away"
but not without putting a full-stop
to this single never ending ego-clash.

I remember hearing
'Drops make the ocean and that every starfish counts' 
I now know that little conscious decisions
to choose love and play create paradise
and that every slap counts

Here is to little drops in the ocean:
 
And, here my dear every slap, I mean every starfish counts: