Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine;
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
It is right it should be so;
We are made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Through the world we safely go.
If you have your attention on what is, see its fullness in
every moment, you will discover the dance of the divine
in every leaf, in every petal, in every blade of grass, in
every rainbow, in every rushing stream, in every breath
of every living being.
