From "Tears of Grief at the Altar of Memory," 
by Pat O'Donohue

The idea of our own mortality is like a shroud of fear that
paralyzes our lives. When we find our own rhythm, this 
shroud relaxes its grip on us. The veil is thinnest now and
we can become more aware and present to the constantly
offered glimpses of the soul and the eternal. Each of us has
a unique rhythm through which we resonate the call of the
eternal. We are like little time-capsule bubbles floating 
around within the eternal. The eternal is like an uninterrupted
flow of music surrounding us with beautiful rhythmic tones.
Whenever we stop racing around inside our bubbles and
become still, these tones attract our inner rhythm; a 
connection is formed and a flow establishes itself. It's
like a great orchestra filling a grand hall with its music.
The flow of music wafts itself in through our bodies. It
does not touch merely our mind and senses. It engages 
the soul. As we become still we allow the music to dance
its dream into our imagination. Presence to a moment
is created.