Sunday, September 27, 2020

Let me be unashamed at my weakness.

Let me face my ignorance with equanimity.

Let me gnash not my teeth at my many self-enslavements.

You shine upon me. You shelter me. Your arms underneath support me. Where can I go, where you are not already protecting and loving me?

Let me therefore recognize no woe. I am one of your children.

(Letter #2,087)