Sometimes things are deeper than that, you say Clive. They are, because we give them meaning. When I learnt that rhyme many years ago, it was so good for children! Everyone was cheerful and happy and cute. We lived in the Heart. I have to say that my mind became restless, active and agitated only in the West and not at home in the Caribbean.
Today I know of 'bulllying' 'road-rage' 'political correctness' and a few more.
A Sufi gave a talk on his relationship with God last night and then invited questions. There were many. One guy wanted to know about the significance of the upward and downward turning of the hands. The Sufi explained that as individuals were different, there were different interpretations of the hand movements, but in his case, he was really concerned with his relationship with Allah.
Towards the end, the questioner returned, and asked if he could be allowed to volunteer an explanation for the hand movements. The speaker smiled and sat down, then said "Go ahead." So the questioner went into a very long drawn out explanation of what the hand movements meant, and almost everyone in the room supported him.
The Sufi, once again, said that he, the questioner, was right; that people approached this according to their own level of understanding. He repeated that in his case, all he wanted to do was to love Allah, and again in the deep state of ecstasy, hands and their meanings become insignificant. Very few understood what he was trying to say.
So herein lies the problem. When the mind is too active, the Heart cannot come to the fore. We have forgotten the childlike Heart, the way of sweetness and joy. It is we ourselves that would speak of bettering the world, but we have forgotten how to do this.
Is Baa Ba Black Sheep a racist rhyme? I entered a discussion on God's mercy very recently, and for my part in the discussion, I quoted Shakespeare's 'The quality of mercy is not strained .....' Within two or three minutes, the whole group was talking about Jews and anti-semitism. Poor me, what do I know about these things?
The Heart ...the Heart ... the childlike Heart ...O my Heart, Come!