Tuesday, January 5, 2021

If I bathe in this river, you will wash away the world. The current will uncling my worries, and they will drift away.

Back on shore, there are duties to attend to. Let me keep the peace I felt in the river as I bend my back into labor. I may sweat from exertion and my muscles may tremble; even so, let my mind be untroubled.

The river runs directly through this day, and I am already in it.

(Letter #2,187)