Yesterday is past, and so, too is the prior day.

What is left but the ground around me, here and now?

Let me walk forward from this spot.

(Letter #3,931)

Breathe in, breathe out. Let nothing block my circulating breath.

Seated in silence. Let no words disturb the growing quiet.

As I walk the world, Lord, let nothing stop your love and power flowing through me, from you, to all my fellows.

Let this who meet me, meet you.

(Letter #3,930)