When we get these feelings of spiritual connectedness, when it seems we are one with all that’s around us, even at one with our own lives, maybe we’re seeing a crack into the next world. Or the in-between world where spirit breathes for a moment before we enter a new earth with new skin.
Or maybe the world is spiritual in its essence and the connectedness is a brief view of what is actually true.
We wake up with needs, we wake up with pain, we wake up and choose to see the connectedness behind the pain and need. We wake up and see the need and pain of others and our own troubles subside. We attend to the needs and pain of others and the connectedness seeps in and the needs and pain drift away.
And what world is here before us?
Trees and houses and moons and clouds and dogs and wind and water. Is our pain among these?
Is our connectedness elsewhere or is it mixed into the world before us? Is our connectedness taste and skin and smells and the weight of air? Is our connectedness relief from this world, a reminder that our mammal life is just a moment along a curve of outrageous beauty?
For now, I am here among so many people, alive in the exquisite presence of love that doesn’t even know it’s love.