I saw the faces of love today. I also saw the faces of fear.

I always suspected there were both in the world... but as I allow my soul to travel tonight, to places unknown in waking moments, I will carry with me only love.

Upon my returning in the morning, I might choose to remember those faces of fear, but my inclination will be to surround the memory of such things with grace.

We do our best in showing compassion. We tiptoe through the illusions of certainty. We offer what we have to give.

In the end, the only certainties are love and fear. We decide which of the two we spend our thoughts on. Like the purchase of trinkets in some foreign bazaar.

Waiting only for the return home, to offer simple gifts to those we love, as a token of our remembering them while we were away.

Tonight I will purchase souvenirs of love, to offer to myself and others, upon my coming home.

As for those embroiled in fear? This is where they find themselves. Their thoughts will be transformed with rest as well... in their own time... in their own way.

There is only love.