Two worlds. My body glides through one, as I leave my rooms and walk the village. Brothers and sisters hunger, calamity looms, rains come and go. So, too, does the warm sun shine.
A second world, peopled with souls and love. Here you reside, taking me by the hand, introducing me to other seekers. Here, even trial and woe are for the good, and the currency is love.
Let me not be distracted by the world of sensation and event, Lord. There is love to be shared, souls to be met. Let me live more with you.