Saturday, August 7, 2021

Must I seek peace at the center of a maze, searching down false passages and wrong turnings? Worry has come to sit beside me on my cushion.

I am the Minotaur, myself at the center of the labyrinth. You placed me here with all needed provisions. I need not search, I am not lost. I am already at the goal.

Peace, sit beside me in my fortress, let worry dispel like lost mist.

All is well in here.

(Letter #2,401)