In plain words
They did only their own duty. They went there and stood still. Then at once the waist does its own duty. It bends down. This waist did its own work. But the fruit did not come to it. Next the hand took up a stone. The fruit did not come merely by the stone being in the hand. It did its own work. It kept still. Then the shoulder began its own work. It threw that stone at that tree. When the fruit fell down, the fingers caught it. They did their own work. They passed the fruit to the mouth. The mouth too did its own work. It tasted it, whether sour or sweet. If it is sweet: “I do not need this. You take it, digestive fire, master of all,” and it sent it inside. Or if it is something sour: “This is not right for me. This will only be the root cause of an illness.” So saying, it hands it to Mother Earth. It spits it out with a “Thoo!” It does not think with pride, “All these limbs joined together and gave me the fruit sent inside like this.” The digestive fire within burns it well, and thinking, “All the limbs joined together and sent this to me, did they not?”, it goes on supplying the essence in it to all the limbs. We can show such a bond of mutual kinship well in our own body itself. We must experience this mutuality in daily life to some extent.
We are walking along a road. The eyes are above. The legs are below. On that road the eyes saw a thorn. But nobody understands their bond from the outside. It is an inner bond. When did it tell? What phone is there, what telegraph? At once the leg steps over it and goes on. The legs have no eyes; how did they step over it? The eye is what saw. The legs are what stepped over. Such a close bond there is between these eyes and legs. If these feet do not listen to the eye's word and set the foot down on the thorn, it sheds a great deal of blood. It is the leg that was pricked, but it is the eye that weeps. Think how much the eye suffers when a thorn pricks the leg. It could just keep still, thinking, “This thorn has not pricked me, has it?” So we must reflect on how much Prema and affection these two hold for each other. This itself is humanness. Only when we feel the pain that comes to others, “my pain” …, does it take shape as true humanness. So our senses themselves teach us such human values.