Something I strive for.
Something I wish for.
Something I thought I had some understanding of.
Yet, from moment to moment, I perpetuate the illusion.
My self
My body
My time
My talents
My abilities
A little spark of Your splendor I am.
Noting is mine - "nirmama."
Everything is Yours.
This foolish miser keeps Your mercy from flowing.
To give of this self to others.
To use this body in Your service.
To use Your time in Your service.
To use the talents You give in Your service.
To use the abilities You give in Your service.
Selflessness.
A concept I struggle to comprehend.
Have mercy on me.
