The Hands of Love

Serve, serve, serve,

With no thought of self,

Let your hands be God’s own,

Giving without end.

No deed too small,

No heart too far,

When love moves through you,

All become one.

Feed the hungry,

Hold the weary,

Wipe the tears unseen,

And bow to the divine in all.

Not for reward, not for praise,

But because love compels,

Because the river flows,

And knows not its own giving.

In seva, you vanish,

And in vanishing, you are found,

A breath in the wind of grace,

A touch of the Infinite’s hand.

Maharajji often reminded us, “Never think you are helping others. You are serving God in them.” His seva was never about ego, but about dissolving the self into love itself .

This content includes AI-generated reflections created as part of our ongoing exploration into digital tools that support spiritual engagement and learning. While inspired by the teachings and spirit of Neem Karoli Baba, the words shared here are not direct quotes and are not intended to imitate or represent Maharaj-ji’s actual voice or teachings.

Our intention is to offer creative interpretations that honor his legacy and inspire deeper connection through seva, love, and devotion. As always, we encourage each reader to connect with Maharaj-ji’s teachings in their own heartfelt and authentic way.