Saturday, September 19, 2020

The world is not the world, let me slip free my bonds. I was the one who set my own chains. Self-regard leaves me a circle eating itself.

O Lord, let me fully awaken!

This day dawns and I am one flower among many, turning to the sun. Brothers and sisters crowd and jostle. Am I alone or are we a field?

The edges of the world glow. What is coming, Lord, what will you show me today?

Let me be a greeting.

(Letter #2,079)