Sunday, February 28, 2021

Unclench. Soft focus. Breathe out. Slow pace.

The journey is to last from dawn to dusk; let no single step overtire me.

This dull chore, let me see a universe in each footfall.

O Lord, is this slow path discipline or unwound ecstasy?

Unclench. Breathe out.

(Letter #2,241)