A blind man gets down from the bus. He wears the cover of night over his eyes, a stick in hand. He is young... guided by a woman of around the same age, he finds his way through the crowd. As I passed them, I noticed he was also wearing something else....a faint smile on his face.
There was a definite cover of subtle vibrations enveloping them.... the love for a kindred soul or perhaps a soulmate? I know not of the relation between those two who stood out amongst a senseless crowd. One, blissful, in his lack of visual awareness of the world; the other too busy to guide to mind the passing world.
Whatever the karma between them... I was left with a touch of gentle strands of a beautiful feeling clinging to me.
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