Don't make this complicated. A vast space encircles all your problems. A stillness enfolds every battle. In the words of Hildegarde, "God hugs you."
You are not the problems, worried thoughts, or battles swirling in the mind, like clouds in the vast sky. You are the sky itself. You are all-enfolding space, self-effulgent, ever-sparkling, unspeakably blissful. The space of God's love seems far away when your thoughts drift into the past or future, because past and future are just your thoughts.
Your Christhood is now. The Divine is nearer than your next breath. You are anointed with eternity, wherever you go. It glistens like dew on your crown, and shines from your eyes, healing all who meet your gaze. Whatever else happens is a footnote, a mirage, appearing and disappearing in the blue expanse of pure awareness.
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