The crying woman on the street

I see the woman on the street. She’s crying miserably. I feel sorry for her, my heart hurts and I feel pain in my body. I watch her screaming and shouting to people passing by, ignoring her. I watch her crying lonely, yelling at god. I hear her saying there is no god. I hear her screaming to god again. I feel pain watching her. I feel sorry watching her. I am watching her.
Then I see a mother passing by, carring her child on her arms. The child is crying miserably. It’s turning round and round in the mother’s arms, crying, yelling and screaming.
This was the moment where I understood the woman’s journey. She’s just at the beginning of a new life. Her pain is guiding her towards her desires, disconnecting her from her old life. She is like the small child, but will grow and learn. Will become stronger and more confident. Will be able to love and to teach others.
Everything’s unfolding perfectly.

I see the woman on the street. She’s crying miserably. I feel sorry for her, my heart hurts and I feel pain in my body. I watch her screaming and shouting to people passing by, ignoring her. I watch her crying lonely, yelling at god. I hear her saying there is no god. I hear her screaming to god again. I feel pain watching her. I feel sorry watching her. I am watching her.

Then I see a mother passing by, carring her child on her arms. The child is crying miserably. It’s turning round and round in the mother’s arms, crying, yelling and screaming.

This was the moment where I understood the woman’s journey. She’s just at the beginning of a new life. Her pain is guiding her towards her desires, disconnecting her from her old life. She is like the small child, but will grow and learn. Will become stronger and more confident. Will be able to love and to teach others.

Everything’s unfolding perfectly.


 
 
 

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