When you have anxiety, it is for no reason. It is always for no reason. I know you feel that something incites your anxiety. No matter what you perceive as the cause, there is no reason to it. It is manufactured. No matter how real-seeming, it is made up. What folly it is to feel anxious. It is no good at all, so what reason can there be to be anxious? Anxiety plays a pretend game. Your mind latches onto a conclusion, a judgment that serves no one. Anxiety serves no one. It wastes heart and mind.

From a vaster view, in moments of clarity, you see that that there is nothing dire to feel anxious about. All that which you call disaster is merely a change of scenery. When there is a flood, dry ground has become wet. Where there is a tornado, the wind blew hard, and trees and houses fell. It is My children who make havoc of it. I understand it is not an easy thing for you to lose your home, or for you to see someone else lose his home, or life or limb. Of course, the world, which is full of change and circumstance, tends to consider change unwelcome and circumstances of the utmost importance.

I do understand that it matters to you to stay warm and dry, well-fed, and that those whom you love stay right where they are. You don't want them to go anywhere. You like everything in place. And yet, in the world, movement is the name of the game. The world spins, beloved. The world spins. From one moment to the next, you are not in the same place any way you slice it. Nor is anyone. Minute by minute, change marches on. Even when life seems to you to be on a plateau, it is moving. It is moving on. It is moving on to greener pastures, even when that's hard for you to believe.

There is no cause and effect — how can there be when time and space do not really exist? There is no sequence. There is no location. That which you hold dear to you does not exist. Existence, your existence, is much vaster. In fact, it is Vastness itself. And yet, when there is no time and place, how can there be Vastness? The vastest of all is Love, and love exists. The form it takes is incidental. That love exists is monumental.

You will concur that there is more to love than what you see. Certainly, you have witnessed or experienced true deep love. I speak of love, not attachment. Surely love comes from a greater dimension than the surface world you live in. Surely love exceeds the physical. Surely love comes from another dimension and visits on Earth. And surely love is dimensionless! This love, this heart-swelling love, has no bounds to burst. To the human heart, it seems as if it does, for love is so vast, so all-encompassing that the human heart cannot contain it. Love can never be small. It has to burst its seams, even though love has no seams.

Love is voluminous. It cannot be confined. Because love is so dimensionless does not mean that it is vague. Everyone knows what love is. Of course, love needs no definition. It cannot be confined nor defined. Love bursts into bloom in your heart. Your heart is a flower of love. Long may your heart flourish. There are no limits on the lengths to which your heart may go. The heart I placed in your chest can only flourish, for is not your heart your direct connection to Me? Do I not abide in your heart? Is not the sanctuary of love in your heart?

Why, then, ever dally with anxiety? Doesn't anxiety seem silly now? You don't have to have it. All you have to have, you have and you are. You are. You are Being.