The most common form of love is work!
It’s true, not many people think like that, but we are sure that the future of humanity will be permeated by this truth.
Moreover, in situations where man does not act towards others with love, but only for the so-called profit, then he performs a sui generis theft.
The goal of work is not profit, but integration into the great circuit of spontaneous love, offering others the materialized form of our love, the product of work, which has the role of helping, supporting, comforting, cheering, healing – our neighbor.
For example, when work is love brought to light, a baker who made bread for his fellow citizens, if he is conscious and responsible, aims to manufacture – within the limits of the financial profitability to which the competition subjects him – a bread that is as good, nutritious, healthy or even healing as possible and NOT a toxic bread, infested with parasites, molds or other harmful organisms, performing a service to the community and living intensely the joy of offering a good and beneficial thing to other people. He will fix, within the limits of the possibilities offered by the commercial conditions, a fair price that will allow him to sustain his activity and allow his materialized love – the product of labor – to be in a natural way accessible to those who need it (as opposed to those who would fix the price at the maximum that the market allows, this being their only creed and criterion).
He is only apparently alone, because he is integrated into a circuit in which everyone realizes his share of service to others, help and love for others, each supporting and being supported by this veritable chain of love.
In addition, referring to the millennial spiritual tradition, karma yoga or spontaneous yoga of daily life of detachment from the fruits of our actions (without being indifferent) and offering these fruits to the Divine is a royal way of access to God.
The words of Kahlil Gibran – Sufi poet – are here golden and dripping, for those who “have ears to hear”, splashes of light in our lives.
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Then a worker said, “Tell us about Work.”
And he answered by saying,
“Work to keep up with the rhythm of the earth and its soul,
for to be idle means to remain strangers to the seasons, to get out of the procession of life that advances majestically and in noble obedience to infinity.
When you work you become a whistle, through which the murmur of the hours is changed into songs,Which
of you would like to be a dumb and quiet reed, when everything sings in unison? You have always been told that work is a curse and toil a misfortune,
but I assure you that by working you are putting into practice a part of the most distant dream of the earth, which was given to you when this dream was born.
And by remaining united in work, you truly love life
, and by loving life through work, it means that you have been initiated into the innermost mystery of living.
But if, in pain, you curse the hour of your birth, and you feel the burden of the flesh as a stigma on your forehead, then, I assure you, only sweat will wash the sin from your face.
You have been told before that life is only darkness and in your weakness you always repeat the words of those who
are weakened. But I tell you that life is indeed darkness only when it is devoid of dedication,
That all dedication is blind when there is no science,
That all science is vain if it is devoid of work,
That all work is empty without love,
And when you work with love, you bind yourselves to each other, and together to the Creator.
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But what does it mean to work with love?
It means to weave the cloth with threads spun from your soul, as if your lover should wear it,
It means to build a house reluctantly, as if your lover should inhabit it,
It means to sow the grains with tenderness, and the ears of wheat with joy, as if your lover should eat the warm bread,
It means to put a piece of your
soul into all the things you do, and to know that all the happy dead are around you, watching over you.
I have often heard you say, as if you had spoken in your sleep: “He who cuts marble and finds in it the very image of his soul, is superior to him who toils in the field,
and he who catches the rainbow and lays it on the canvas to render the image of man, is superior to him who tailors sandals for our feet.”
Rather, I speak to you, not in sleep, but awake, in broad daylight, that the wind speaks no more melodiously to the old oak than to the most unseen blade of grass.
And only he is great who knows how to transform the voice of the wind into a song that is even more soothing because of his love.
Work is love brought to light!
And if you cannot work with love but with disgust, then you better leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple to receive alms from those who work
with joy.
Because if, reluctantly, you squeeze the must out of the grapes, then your carelessness like a poison will spread to that wine.
And even if you sing like angels, but do not love song, people’s hearing will remain deaf to the voice of the day as to that of the night.”