Every infinitesimal particle of your body dissolves into immortality now. The vastness where galaxies dance is your soul just as surely as the space between the atoms of your flesh. Stars swirl through you.
Immortality enfolds your birth and your death. Immortality is your element. In the ocean of immortality, you swim and bask. How silly to worry about whether you will attain eternal life: you are eternal life.
Gifted with a human form for this precious moment, you have an opportunity to do a brief dance of gratitude. Then, mirage-like, your form evaporates. This momentary association with a body is a sacrament, a chance to worship. Yet your actual identity cannot be located anywhere, in any form.
Come, be a trickster, a magician. Play in the appearance of your body, even as you pervade each dust mote, every flower and star.
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