“The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt. “
– Frederick Buechner
 
Kabir – The couplet
चली जो पुतली लाउनु कि, थाह सिंधु का लेन ।
आपहु गली पानी भई, उलटी कहे को बैन ॥
 
transliterated:
Chali jo putli laun ki, thaah sindhu kaa len|
Aaphu gali paani bhayi, ulti kahe ko bain||
 
Translation:
A doll of salt went out, to measure the ocean’s depth |
In the ocean, it dissolved (merged), who can put it back together again? ||

My understanding:
Taking the thought of service to the next space – when we put our all into an action, we have no bandwidth to spare to think of or presume result. When our whole existence is focused on the act and not the result/reaction, we have become the act. When this happens we are not the individual any longer, but the service itself.

Fire exists to be used. We can choose to use it to cook food, warm ourselves or burn things down. It can be used to forge weapons, or build shelters.

No one blames the fire or praises it – they just use or suffer the result.

Service is the fire – light it and become the fire. It will find the appropriate use for itself.

When we merge into service, we have become part of a much larger space. There, the old me has burned away, to be unavailable to forge or be recast any longer.

For me, service is the greatest version of God I can present for the use of others.