Raman Savithiri (22-May-1969 / Coimbatore, Tamil Nadu, India)
780. Work 060409
As far as I can not melt myself in Meditation,
I surrender to work at hand with attention!
As long as the ceaseless dance of ego goes on,
From His hand to my hand let works flow on!
The mistakes in work show lack of concentration,
Thus my refusal to surrender totally to occupation!
If I were asked to repeat, I learn I should not regret,
Rather with recovered passion give a good start!
Though it looks the work comes from boss,
I realize it is always from Divine Providence!
Though it looks too trivial like cleaning lavatory,
I realize it is no less to executing royal authority!
As a tree is measured by its produce,
I will be by my work’s completeness!
Expecting and demanding money for any work,
Is like giving a gift to Him with price label stuck!
When I complete it to my full contentment,
I just enjoy the beauty of accomplishment!
As an artist takes pleasure in his completed art,
I once, twice, thrice … many a time look at it!
Then I feel that it is ready to be offered to Him,
To same Providence where from it came to me!
Unwisely I ask God to show his Divine form,
When He kindly presents Himself in work form!
I searched Him away from work, foolishly running,
In Temples and in the intervals of my breathing!
But He has been with me in some work form
With physical eyes how can I see Him?
He demands me totally, in work, to lose
If I indeed need to perceive His presence! 060409
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