Farid and the Dance of Dust: Humility in Motion
Farid and the Dance of Dust: Humility in Motion When the wind rose in Punjab’s fields, Baba Farid would smile. He’d watch the dust swirl — unresisting, weightless, free — and whisper, “Become like this dust.” To most, dust is lowly, the thing we sweep away. But to Baba Farid, dust was sacred — a silent teacher of humility, motion, and belonging. In his world, divinity was not found in marble temples or lofty words, but in the humblest element — dust, the same matter that formed kings and beggars alike. “From dust you came, to dust you return,” he would remind seekers, not as a warning of mortality, but as a celebration of equality. Dust, to him, was not the end — it was the reminder that everything is part of one vast breath. Baba Farid never glorified ascension; he glorified grounding. To him, humility was not self-deprecation — it was the clear recognition that the same life animates all. The dust beneath your feet once held a tree, a saint, a river’s song. The moment you...
