get rid of the excess marble that surrounds God’s creation you are meant to break free to rise to conquer where there is no war aside from the formidable stories build up inside the walls of your mind they are real more real than the lamp on the bedside table but no more real really than the breath that disappears even as you inhale once again do not take them on do not give them life we are you and I lions meant to roam meant to roar meant to brush up alongside one another where the very tingle of contact there brings to life the reality of once more a fresh new day
The thought God holds of you is like a star, unchangeable in an eternal sky.
A Course in Miracles