Sufficient is the day unto you. And you are sufficient unto the day. You and your day are perfectly entwined. Whether rapture or blight, this day is yours. Regardless, each day is a passing fancy, beloveds. No day lasts. They are all revocable. They are revoked the minute a new day arrives.

Do not accumulate the experiences of a day and hold them over until the next one or the next year or the next twenty. Let your days go. They are pages in a book. You already read them. Now go to a new page. Let the other days flutter away. They are no longer. Only they made an impression on you. Do not bookmark them for safe keeping. Do not keep them at all. They are confetti.

You talk about the good days and the bad days. They are all the same because their day was. Now they are past, and the past belongs with the past. You can start anew, beloveds. You must start anew. The past has brought you to where you are, and where you are is where you start from. Today is your starting place. The day is new. Be as much a clean slate as the day is. Whatever has been has been. It does not have to be now. You can let go of it. You can bid it adieu. It is easy. Just say, "Adieu, my past life. Adieu, even my past life of yesterday. Yesterday has been washed away. I will not gather the pieces to me. Let me have a poor memory. It will hold me in good stead."

Be before the day as innocently as it is before you. It is here to do your bidding. If today misunderstands and falls short, then you simply arise to the occasion. Cover for the day as you would a partner who errs. Welcome the day anyway because it is here to accompany you on your journey. Give your day a break. Do not accuse it or hold anything against it. It is an innocent day.

Of course, you understand that you march in place, for the rumble of days is only an echo heard in your mind. There is no such thing as a day in your life. There is only life, and you mark it in days. You provide calendars for the marking of days. Tear off the pages, beloveds. Do not attach meaning to the marks on a calendar. Tear them off. Throw them away. That is not disrespect. This is how it has to be with days.

The sun shines in one place constantly. It appears to you in different ways and at different times. That is the charm of the sun. But the sun knows its secret, that it never moves. That it rises and sets and makes days is an illusion, albeit a beautiful one. Enjoy it, but do not mark your life in days. Mark it in love. Do not even mark it in love. Just let it be love and don't mark it at all. Spend love today.

How gracious and loving will you be on the occasion of this illusion of today? You can make the most of this arbitrary day, and you make the most of it with love. Wherever you go today, wherever you find yourself, and with whom, honor this day with love. Love is the coin of the day. You are to spend it lavishly, love disbursed as if you have to spend all of it today. And that is the truth, beloveds. All the love in your heart is to be disbursed in this blip of life called today. Your heart will overflow with more love in the blip called tomorrow, but they are all the same, beloveds. All the days are a continuum of your life. Fill the world today with all the love in Heaven.