Balance exists between the known and unknown parts of the Self. Whisper your soul’s prayer, oh, my dearest sweet One. Pray for all popes, masters, sages, saints, gods and goddesses. Pray that the Generating, Organizing, and Delivering force of this Universe feels the greatest Love at its white, glowing, sacred heart. Pray for the quivering rodents and tiniest insects that they may wriggle and move on. Pray All, from the sweetest child to the most loathsome villain, All be held in the perfect, peaceful sway of Mother Earth gently rolling over, enjoying her Autumnal Equinox. Today, may we each and every being know an Almighty Stroke of Grace that gives us plenty of life force to give, to forgive, to connect, to grow, to cherish every thought, word, and deed within ourselves and within one another. Feel the balance, oh my dearest, You–oh, my dearest ME–we are settled and content within the heart of the Great Unknown.