So many sorrows wrapped up in tomorrow, there's no time to borrow, we're only to cry. Cry our eyes out until we're surrounded by water that will take us away and we will float aimlessly for awhile. The next thing we know, we are lying in a field with nothing but the vastness of space before us. She winks her many eyes at us to let us know that we suffer what countless, nameless others have suffered through the ages. We are never alone when we need to feel surrounded. We can only be linked by our love for the common experience, feeling familiar yet excitingly new.
There is no way to touch this with your fingers. Only the tendrils of your heart can reach beyond the depths of time into the astral plane where all souls are one. It is in this place that we feel what everyone feels. It is there that we see ourselves in everything around us and we know that this place is real and that the physical is illusion. It all fades into dust and is swept away by the four winds. Our place in this world can not be known through the mind but felt with the soul. As the buddhists would say:
May all beings be free from suffering and causes of suffering.
May all beings have happiness and the causes of happiness.
May all beings be joined in the happiness wherein there is no suffering.
May all beings dwell in equanimity free from attachment and hatred.
Blessed be.