True Service Is the Disappearance of Self

If you want to know whether you truly serve — look to see whether you have disappeared.

As long as “you” are there, as long as you feel yourself to be the one who serves — you are serving yourself, however beautifully it is named. This is not a judgment. It is simply a precise observation.

Even the most noble actions can become an invisible bargain. The mission that feeds your self-worth. The spiritual practice that reinforces the image of “I.” The sacrifice you notice yourself making — and wait for others to notice too.

True service is like the wind. The wind doesn’t know where it blows. It simply moves — without an audience, without recognition, without an accumulated image of itself as servant.

When you truly disappear into the action — when there is no “me” doing this for God — something real flows through you.

Not “I serve.” Simply — service. Simply — love.