Pair #18 What you see (inside) is what you get
Early in the morning I'm walking down a NY street. I'm considering the sun and the day ahead and I'm enjoying being in a city that's strange to me. I'm having a reflective walk and a very nice experience.
Walking toward me is a woman. We are the only two on the entire block. She looks straight ahead, she is dressed nicely, makeup on, clutching her bag across her chest. She is walking and crying.
As we pass I can see that her eyes are very puffy and swollen and her face is wet with tears. I don't know how long she has been crying.
I immediately feel drawn to her. I remember times in my life when I have walked on the street pulling back the tears. An intense surge of compassion, love and connection fills me as we walk past each other.
As I walk on, I can still feel her. Here we are, on a NY street, no one in site, no cars, only the morning sun on the buildings and two people walking. What strikes me is that nothing is happening.
Nothing is happening except two people passing.
The contrast of nothing happening and a woman clearly in pain tells me one thing: she has to be playing some kind of painful thought in her mind. There is no other possiblity. All the suffering and all the tears are the response, not to the current outside environment but to her current inside one.
She is in hell right now because of the film playing behind the eyes
How many days have we all lived in this kind of hell and our walking, crying meditation?
Walking toward me is a woman. We are the only two on the entire block. She looks straight ahead, she is dressed nicely, makeup on, clutching her bag across her chest. She is walking and crying.
As we pass I can see that her eyes are very puffy and swollen and her face is wet with tears. I don't know how long she has been crying.
I immediately feel drawn to her. I remember times in my life when I have walked on the street pulling back the tears. An intense surge of compassion, love and connection fills me as we walk past each other.
As I walk on, I can still feel her. Here we are, on a NY street, no one in site, no cars, only the morning sun on the buildings and two people walking. What strikes me is that nothing is happening.
Nothing is happening except two people passing.
The contrast of nothing happening and a woman clearly in pain tells me one thing: she has to be playing some kind of painful thought in her mind. There is no other possiblity. All the suffering and all the tears are the response, not to the current outside environment but to her current inside one.
She is in hell right now because of the film playing behind the eyes
How many days have we all lived in this kind of hell and our walking, crying meditation?
© 2010 Elese Coit
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Thank you.
