My Evolution

The water from the shower was taking the burden off my soul....
I let the waterfalls caressing my body soak me in bliss...
Weird.
How people of this age can find hot water showers and aroma therapy bath gels lightening when the burden on the soul is heavier than to be drowned in mere water...
Weird how easy people think it is to have one's self free of all sins and impedances to purity when it is a thousand times more difficult to keep one's purity safe from all little stains that the world puts on them, just a price for letting them pass through; a price too heavy I feel.
...
Weird how to some people watching the steam ebb from the mug of hot cappuccino can feel so ecstatic and liberating...
Weird that how people can find solace in disappearing in the first place when it should be the other way round...
Many people disappeared from my life too...most torturous...
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I am one of them
I am one of the people who think that it is only a hot water bath that is needed to make me feel free...
I am weird
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And it was all until I saw her.
I saw her in the rain.
Her face was fair.
No.
It wasn't fair, it was light.
Weird isn't it.
But it was
It glowed, with the light that kindled within her.
I had never seen a sight like that.
She was drenching in the rain
And every drop of purity that fell on her face from the heavens radiated the lightness of her soul into the aura around her
She had her eyes closed, and she was absorbing the rain in her.
It was like soaking in purity.
It was ecstatic.
She was sacred.
And from then on I transited to the type of people who can find solace only in truly lifting the burden from the soul rather than just drenching their bodies in hot water or indulging in their senses.
I had seen The Sight.
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I saw her again.
And this time it wasn't raining.
Yet she seemed as pure as she had done before...
And radiant as ever
It was scorching heat. And I was in my heart awaiting the lighter weather predicted by the weather department in that day's news...
It didn't get cooler
But it did...
I saw her where I had seen her before...
She was waiting for the point to arrive at the stop. She boarded it every day I guess
She was staring vaguely at the distant horizon, apparently unperturbed by the crowd around her...simply not caring
And I loved watching her in that phase of mind...
Beauty is most appealing when it is fearless and free.
The bus halted to a stop before her.
And she boarded it.
I woke up from the memory of a dream that I was living.
Like someone snapped fingers in front me in the midst of a trance.
I tried to run after her.
But the bus sped her away.
I was left staring at the horizon.
…
Who is she?
The question is not important.
What is important is that she showed me how to live with my soul rather than just my body,
And I thank her for it.
Thank you to the blind girl who waited every day on the stop for the destination she could not see.
it is sometimes apparently incomplete people who know better how to live life completely
Or maybe they are just born to live life as is its right to be lived,
Thank You To The Girl With The Light In Her.
Thank You.