Bach’s Cantata 208

On hearing the notes in the verse of “Sheep may safely graze,” I know these things:

There is so much I don’t understand, and so much I do.

There is so much grief I feel, and so much joy.

There is so much loss that has come to me, and so much receiving of what is blessed.

What Is the Way?

All sadness comes from ego.

All grief comes from compassion.

All pain comes from blindness.

What Then Must I Do?

Only the heart knows.

Only the spirit sees.

Only the mind allows.

What If It Is Too Late?

Time is indeed relative.

Time Is a construction of the ego.

Time does not exist.

And So, Whether I See It or Not…

It is never too late.

It is always joy.

It is always love.