Beautiful tears...

You never realise what a crushing thing shyness can be, until you see something like this.

Watch the video and it is plain to see the kind of weight this man has been carrying all his life. He has become one with the song that seems to express the words of his soul. I am deeply touched by the step he took to overcome it. To come on the stage, with millions watching, the pain of his perceived weakness threatening to engulf him....all until he opens his mouth to sing. And there....he is transported into that world within himself that is pure music, the result to our ears...being sheer music! He couldn't even handle the applause or the comments at the end, and tears wracked his being. Why, I wondered, on a more intellectual level, while my own eyes became moist? Why the tears?

" Let your tears come. Let them water your soul. ~ Eileen Mayhew
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Maybe it is because shyness is another expression of the Ego. Another factor of divisiveness which mirrors the illusion that we are all separate beings, when in fact, we are One. This expression of Ego becomes a habit and such a deeply ingrained part of who you are. So when you are finally in that position, where you have to have it stripped, where you have to drop that shyness and emerge from the shell of mere existence into l.i.f.e, the soul is instantly lifted and cries from the burden of that relief. So great is the release of unburdening, that this natural, most precious of expression, displays itself.

And why do our own own eyes become moist in turn? Why do we cry for a stranger on TV? Because for that moment, we all share in that relief. In that moment, all our souls are lifted in unison, and allowed to radiate into every pore of our being. And because we are all one, the tears mingle, and you cannot tell one salty component from the other.

I love tears. I love them. When a person cries, I feel privileged to witness such an intimacy of the soul. Though there have been times, when I have been left awkward by them. Why, I wonder again? It could be only because of the same divisive nature of the Ego that plays out so often. It creates the rift between You and Me, and that distance creates the awkwardness. And if I could just....take a few steps forward, and give a hug. Or rub a shoulder. Or hold a hand. Or coo sweet nothings. And just let myself be touched by that pain, even in silence..... and watch it instantly become a thing of beauty!