Be a cup
of the Master's grace.
Pour out
and be filled.
Lifting the weary,
bringing joy
to the brokenhearted
is seva.
Because his presence
is everywhere
you need not seek him
in the temple or the ashram.
Just rejoice
that there is a single sparrow
singing in your back yard,
a long-haired calico
sprawling in a pool
of afternoon sunbeams.
Listen to the sound of water
and give thanks.

Listen to the twirling
spill of ancient song
in the black bell of silence.
This too is the breath
of the Master.
Do it now, be a cup.
Pour yourself out
and be filled.