How clean is your soul?

The moment is early morning and I am coming back from a nice sev usal breakfast with mom. I am climbing the dirty stairs to my flat on the 3rd floor, in the house on one of the floors under mine, I hear a pleasantly deep and enchanting bhajan. You know the typical smells and sounds that you hear and feel every morning in a middle and lower middle class apartment building or housing locality in a small town in this country. The smell of agarbatti, scented incense sticks that can range from really pleasant to mildly annoying to straight out, give you a headache types ? Yes, that smell and the feel of that typical cynical housewife cleaning the whole house early in the morning with the bhajan as her back ground music. This is the scenario of my particular thought. I walk past a dead cockroach and some other dirt that I seem to be viewing everyday, and I think to myself. Is it not so unbelievable that people need to clean their homes spick and span, because it is the residence of God and that Laxmi comes to a clean home, but leave the dirt lying outside the house to be the way it is for months at a time. I wonder if Laxmi knows how to hop skip and jump over all the dirt to enter that clean house. This to me symbolizes all the things we are representing as a culture and society. We are selfish, we want good things for us, and our humanity has only extended to our own homes and our own families. Sometimes not even that. Filth is filth, no matter where it is on the planet, because we seem to be blinded to that fact that we are the earth too, and this exclusionary policy that we have adopted is only coming right back to us, inside our houses and our souls.