that life was joy.
I awoke and saw
that life was duty.
I worked – and behold,
duty was joy.
The same stream of life that runs through the world runs through my veins night and day and dances in rhythmic measure. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the Earth into the numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of flowers.
The beauty of Your creation is
painted in my interior as
a colorful Voice.
And Joy is Everywhere;
It is in the Earth's green covering of grass,
In the blue serenity of the sky.
I believe we are free, within limits, and yet there is an unseen hand, a guiding angel, that somehow, like a submerged propeller, drives us on.
I slept and dreamt that life was joy
I woke and saw that life was service
I acted and behold! service was joy.
Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.