Experiences are clouds already gone.
Labeling consciousness stream as I, labeling things as mine, my experience... In our language we do so, but nice it should be, to see the illusion of labeling, at least for me.
The essence of the minds of sentient beings interpenetrate without obstruction. They are vast like space, deep like the ocean. Being like space, their essence is the equal everywhere, with no distinctive marks to be apprehended.