I've found myself in a place of supreme peace recently, and it came from the realization that nothing is really ours.  Even our bodies, minds and thoughts are simply tools we can sharpen and use to some purpose, but they aren't ours.  They're just close to home.  Then it becomes clear that this box of tools is calling the shots, drawing the blueprints of our lives, my tricking us into thinking we are the tools themselves, and we get caught up in this cycle of endless wants, this attachment to possessions because we somehow think that identifying with property will make us happy.  None of that's true.

What's left when all those things disappear, and we've nothing left to own?  Love and compassion.  Everything else is just an instrument to spread that love.