The following poem makes a concession to one who feels like a “doer” of actions. It begins with suggesting a practical way in which “someone” can help “someone else.”
However this leads to the undoing of the doer and dismantling the dream of separation. Ultimately it’s not a directive to serve but rather an apparent means to dissolve the server.
Find this poem and more in the books “Take Heart, Seeker” and “The Temple of Silence”, at this link. Enjoy your absence!
How May I Serve? The seeker lamented I don’t understand! The teacher replied just hold someone’s hand. Offer them silence, offer them space, offer non-judgement, move at their pace. Watch the world keenly spend time and observe and whisper this question: how may I serve? The answer will come with another in need, you become the solution and plant one more seed. And in this constant sowing the world is transformed by compassionate action our One heart gently warmed. Selfless service to Self... for there are not two here, you will lose nothing in this but will soon disappear.