If I am to conquer — where will the battle be? Do I face the world, or myself?

The greatest victory will be the one over my own will, as I let go of grasping and breathe in your peace.

Even in my sunrise rooms does this battle loom.

Come find me, Lord, and help me let go.

(Letter #3,925)

Awaken, rise. Look within.

Look again.

What do I see? Can I see myself honestly?

Can I walk a true path? Is this morning any different from yesterday?

Lord, help my feet.

(Letter #3,924)