There's No Need To Travel Anywhere. Journey

Daylight, Full Of Small Dancing Particles And The One Great Turning, Our Souls Are Dancing With You, Without Feet, They Dance. Can You See Them When I Whisper In Your Ear? All Day And Night, Music, A Quiet, Bright Reedsong. If It Fades, We Fade.

Your Hand Opens And Closes, Opens And Closes. If It Were Always A Fist Or Always Stretched Open, You Would Be Paralysed. Your Deepest Presence Is In Every Small Contracting And Expanding, The Two As Beautifully Balanced And Coordinated As Birds' Wings.

Contain All Human Faces In Your Own Without Any Judgment Of Them

Paradise Is Surrounded By What We Dislike; The Fires Of Hell Are Surrounded By What We Desire.

Wherever Water Flows, Life Flourishes: Wherever Tears Fall, Divine Mercy Is Shown.