Duty
Where there is duty, there is no beauty.
Duty is a heavy stone.
But when there is love, that very stone becomes a flower.
The same actions will happen...but as an expression of joy.
Don’t think, “I have lots of duties, how will I fulfill my duties?”
Duty, responsibility, becomes a burden- a bondage on your head.
Love the job that you are doing.
Like looking after children-take it as a service;
service is different from duty.
You have been a door for these little kids to come into this world.
They are not yours; they belong to Divine.
You have just been a door.
Monday, April 6, 2009
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