Servitude
I suppose there’s a difference
between voluntary and involuntary servitude,
maybe in the same way consenting adults
enter into all sorts of degrading personal situations
which otherwise would be major felonies,
but when it’s happening
it doesn’t feel much different;
servitude is servitude after all.
As the Great Bard once said,
“you have to serve somebody”,
and the spectrum of service certainly is broad;
from uplifting and honorable
to enslaving and degrading,
but technically it’s all service,
service to others
service to our own karma,
and in service comes sacrifice.
I suppose there’s a difference
between voluntary and involuntary sacrifice,
but when it’s happening
it certainly doesn’t look much different,
but it is.
The power of will
can overcome any adversity
turning hardship into opportunity,
curse to blessing.
And this power is important,
but what is the power this will is balancing;
what is it that sets the whole into motion?
Maybe as we serve others, serve the situation,
we discover simply
it isn’t us.
(7/2/23)
Copyright © James Moore | Year Posted 2023
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