A Water Bowl

“I step outside the gate pleased with my bottle of cold water in my hand to combat the beads of sweat on my brow. No real rush to get to my destination. I know I will get there though. I step outside the gate and I see the bowl for the stray dog who frequents Gramshree NGO. An empty bowl parched dry by the rays of the sun. I am filled with gratitude, a radiance and force that drives me to pour my water into the bowl. How fortunate am I to receive this opportunity, how fortunate am I to be able to pour this water without the assurance that the dog will come by to drink water before it dries out or that he will return the favour some day. How fortunate am I to be able to revel in the glorious radiance that I felt inside. I am a man who is moved by love, for I see how it moves everything. Thankyou for this space! It inspires me to feel the same way while losing myself in the service of others.” (Somebody anonymously left this heartfelt note in Moved  by Love space today)