Time is imaginary, a mirage in eternal stillness. Past and future arise and dissolve in a space that is always now, always clear, self-luminous and tranquil. What ever appears, changes, and dissolves cannot be called real and is not you. The space alone is real where it appears, changes and dissolves. This space is pure awareness.
The space of awareness is so vast that it contains even your birth, your death. Untroubled by the need to be a self, its nature is effortless compassion. How can problems exist when phenomena have no substance?
Ever returning to the one solution, rest as awareness. Trust in spaciousness. Don't seek, just find.
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