All objects and beings appear in and as the samadhi of magical concentration. Everything in this world is but a puppet show. Nothing is from outside yourself. Laugh as you pull the strings.
Realize that you have devised this illusion perfectly for the thrilling puppet play in which you play an endangered and searching someone named "I" and "me" -- "a stranger roaming in a strange land." Just like a chilling dream. A cold wind blows in the river reeds. Geese crying behind the white mist. Shudder!
The universe is basically a round mirror without dimensions. Anything can, everything does, appear in it, and this whole beautiful, haunting, ghastly illusion is never less than utterly convincing.