Солнечный молчаливый мир

I do not stand at temple doors,
Nor speak the sacred words aloud.
My service lives in silence with God,
Where every moment is Love’s wordless gift.

I do not seek to save the world,
Nor multiply my prayers to Heaven.
I simply am. I simply abide,
As the sun pours out its light unasked… a miracle.

I do not judge. I no longer try
To correct those who are only seeking Light.
I rejoice. Like a delicate pattern, I dissolve
And become what the Wind of Spirit creates.

I do not hurry to speak, for all is already said
In a vision, in the moist softness of a gentle nod.
When Soul to Soul draws near with ease,
It understands: not you, but God is my Love.

Service is not in robes or forms,
Not in strict fasting, singing, or ritual code.
It is when you simply are—joyful and tender.
And everything around you begins to breathe in freedom.

When you are silent, Light emerges from silence.
When you walk, you no longer search for traces.
When you truly live, Life itself is breathing.
And by this, you teach without teaching.

To serve does not mean to rise above others.
To serve means to become inwardly empty and humble.
Like a cup, filling drop by drop for all.
Like a shadow, following the Light upward.


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