Suddenly I am the entire Earth. Moving constantly around the sun. The weight of my soul pulling everything towards me. Every person. Every plant. Every one of my beautiful curves and crevices. Every ocean. Every teardrop. I hold them all as I spin and I run with such grace they feel only my strong and powerful arms. I am the Earth, mother of awe.
Suddenly I am the wind. My reach is all pervasive. My delicate hands touch everywhere, everything that I am not expelled out of. While I have the whole planet to explore, I am not allowed to leave. One of my hands circles the globe, skimming the surface of the great, starry beyond. Out here, I am so thin. I try to reach out, yet I am pulled back from the edge of oblivion by a force I can only explain as beautiful. The form whose changing figure I cannot stop caressing draws me back. I am the wind and I am in love with the Earth.
Suddenly I am again one small human on a packed train. My physical reach is small and my power is minuscule, but my heart is so very big. Yet unlike the Earth and the Wind, my reach and my power do not end at the tips of my fingers. My mind extends the reach of my eyes through time and space to the ends of the universe. My heart extends the reach of my hands-- to touch, to feel, to empathize, the whole universe is one and this one heart contains in it the whole universe.
But what now? For suddenly I am one universe. I am alone in lord knows what sense. Maybe there are others. I think I can see them but I am disconnected. I feel something larger than myself, but I cannot put my finger on it. Perhaps I am one cell in millions that make up a body of consciousness far greater than my own.
I forget about all these things and remember. My life is simple. All I need to do is remember that I can't not feel what I feel. I can't not do what my spirit draws me to do. So long as I do that... I think I will be ok. No. I know I will be.