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Thursday, 8 April, 2010 (posted 25 April, 2010)
When did serving get a poor reputation?
When did it become touted that it is better to be the one served rather
than the one who serves?
Is the one who dines at a fine restaurant more honored than the waiter
who serves the food? The world would say so. I do not. Serving and
being served are the two ends of one seesaw. Both are primary. Each
serves the other.
It is a fine thing to be a diner who makes it possible for another
serve. And it’s a fine thing to be a waiter who serves food to the
diner. This is a noble interchange.
It is a fine thing to be someone who cleans, someone who sews, someone
who rakes the leaves, shovels the snow. Start thinking of the honor it
is to serve. It is not a cursory thing to serve, nor is it cursory to
be served. You have every right to serve and to be served.
You know by now that the one who serves another is ultimately serving
himself, yes, and also serving Me. You are My hands. Through you, I
And through the person served, I am served. Inasmuch as I am the One
ultimately served, then you are served as well. Server or served, you
stand in for Me.
Serving and being served are of one motion. How intertwined are Heaven
and Earth, you and I, I and you, whomever I am speaking to.
He who is served also serves. Who is a greater Server than I?
And, on Earth, does not the king serve the most? When service is given
and received with a good heart, service is equal.
The kindergarten child who paints from his heart is not less an artist
than a famous artist. They are equal givers. From my vantage, which is
much like the vantage of the mother to her child, the child’s painting
is just as dear as one the world calls valuable.
The teacher serves the student. The student serves the teacher.
The pen that writes serves the paper it writes on. The ink serves the
pen and the paper and the writer serve the reader. The writer serves
the reader, and the reader serves the writer.
In the world of love, what is separate, My beloveds? In the world of
love, all is One, one single motion of Oneness, the way a saw saws a
Your hand serves you, and you serve your hand, and your hand serves Me
as I serve you.
In the world, no one owns anything, and everyone owns all.
No one partitions the sky and says: "This is mine. It’s not yours."
No one says, "The air is mine and not yours." .
No one says, "You can step on this square of sidewalk, and not on that
No one says, "If you pass by my lilac bush, you are not allowed to
breathe in its sweetness."
No one quibbles with the idea that the sky and air and sidewalks belong
to all. No one is selfish about these matters. If they wanted to own
the sky and air and sidewalks, there isn’t a way for them to own them.
Sky and air and sidewalks are not ownable. May it always be so.
And yet food is divided.
Space is divided.
Other people’s love is even separated and owned. "You can love me but
not that one."
There is no beginning to the service of love, and there is no ending to
the service of love.
Love cannot be clutched in the hand.
Love is still free and not to be held onto.
Love is given in service to the Universe.