Unblemished human life, keeping the environment unblemished.

 
Human existence and its purpose,
 
We, who live human life, sometimes we think about our life, our body, and the soul that resides in it. 

If we don’t, maybe we should. 

Is it something we borrow? Is it for us to keep and use as we wish? Or is it something that we have to return at the end to its maker? 
 
Sant Kabir's dohe, or couplets, that my father used to recite, singing in his deep, nasal voice, throw some light on such questions. One of them is about human life as wearing a shawl, that needs to be kept clean:
 
 “Jhini jhini bini chadariya. Jhini jhini bini chadariya.
 pingla taana bharni, sushumna tar se bini chadariya – 
so chaadar sur nar muni odhi, odhi ke maili kar diini chadariya
Das Kabir jatan kari odhi,  jyon ki tyon dhar deeni chadariya".

This shawl, made of a very refined cloth, is woven by nature with the three threads, ingla, pingla and sushumana. All people wear it, and in the process, it becomes old and dirty, but Das Kabir (the enlightened person) wore it well, so that it always remained the same, fresh, new, it never got worn off, or become dirty. 

Ingla is the right side in our body,  pingla is the left, and sushumana is the central, like a nerve system; to keep ourselves in balance, we need physical, and mental, plus spiritual equilibrium.  

If the chadariya or the shawl refers to human life, one's body, and the character, that one takes on, the message of this couplet would be:  

Human life is a journey, it is a borrowed time, at the end of it, we will have to leave, returning whatever we use, as we had received it. One must lead a simple and a pure life, keeping one's character, unblemished, so the shawl can be returned at the end, in a pristine condition, as it was received.
 
In addition, the chadariya could be the environment, that we are given, to breathe in, to live on, we don't own it, we just use it, and have no right to pollute it.  
 
Like the planet, we don't inherit it, rather we borrow it from our children.  
 
(Many 15th century saints and poets, wrote or sang about this phenomenon, called human life, and its purpose. Both Bhakti, and Sufi poetry contain a similar spirit, human soul, which is the same in every human being, and the soul wants to meet its beloved, the god, which has no religious shape or name. Bhakti or devotion is the way to God.