Day 8
22nd December 2025
The day greeted us with a spectacle.
Earlier, the sun had begun its slow descent, casting a warm glow over the snow-capped mountains in the distance. Later, the waxing crescent moon appeared, delicate and serene in the evening sky.
I paused, mesmerized.
I wished, just for a moment, that I could have smuggled an extra phone to capture these views, to show the world the breathtaking beauty of this place.
And I wondered, why not a general phone for such moments, where the wonder could be shared without breaking the silence? One day, perhaps. I would be so proud to share it.
Before lights out, a small, spontaneous moment of service unfolded.
It wasn’t planned.
It just happened.
As I passed the bathroom, I noticed someone wearing rubber gloves, washing the toilets and another cleaning the basins.
Without a word, I picked up the broom and began sweeping and mopping the floor. Quietly, instinctively, each of us knew what to do. And in that simple, silent cooperation, I felt a profound sense of joy and fulfillment.
In that moment, I realized the essence of Dhamma service.
No applause.
No recognition.
Only presence.
Only doing what is needed.
It felt pure.
It felt good.
Perhaps, in time, some of us would become the future Dhamma Servers, carrying forward not just work, but the spirit of care and mindful action.
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