Translation by Dr. Sant Singh Khalsa
I piled up a great heap of firewood and touched a tiny flame to it.
When the true One lives in the mind, Nanak, all wrongs are burned away.
A vivid, homely image: a huge stack of firewood, and one small flame — and the whole pile burns. So it is with the accumulated wrongs of a life: they may seem a mountain, impossibly large to clear, but "when the True Lord abides in the mind," a single small spark of genuine remembrance consumes the whole heap. The point is proportion and hope: you do not have to laboriously dismantle your mountain of failings stick by stick. One true flame — the One truly held in the heart — burns it all. Grace is the fire; you only have to let it catch.
When your mistakes feel like an impossible pile, is it freeing to think one true 'spark' could burn the whole heap? What might that spark be?
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