Not all service is seen.

Not all devotion is spoken.
Not all light makes noise.

I used to wonder:
What can I give? Who am I to serve the world?

But now I know — I already am.

Service does not always mean action.
Sometimes, it means alignment.

When I sit in OM and send light through my breath, I serve.
When I bless my food with silent mantras, I serve.
When I calm my heart before speaking to a child, I serve.

The Divine works through me in small, invisible ways.

There are days when I send silent energy to my Twin Flame, not with longing but with love — just presence.
I no longer try to change outcomes. I simply hold space for grace to move.

I have learned that quiet offerings ripple far:

• A gentle word when I could have reacted.
• A prayer whispered to divine mother while walking.
• A moment of stillness held for someone else’s healing.

These are not small things.
They are frequency-shifting acts.

The world does not always need our voice.
Sometimes, it only needs our vibration.

I don’t lead groups. I don’t teach classes. I don’t seek recognition.

But I do this:

• I light a lamp every day in divine mothers name.
• I chant for those who have hurt me.
• I send OM to those I will never meet.

This is how I serve.
Not with noise. But with integrity.

Not with a platform. But with presence.

And the Divine knows.

She sees the invisible threads I weave.
And one day, all this silent service will return — not as applause, but as peace.