I Woke Up Crying…
And it hurt in my soul!
The cry was so deep this morning that I am still crying. And it hurt.
I cried really really hard.
For you, for me, for really all of us.
Not sure why until I started getting specific with the tears the who, the what, the regret the need to let go of the energetic connection and desire to be worry-free.
Can you imagine being worry-free, debt free to others and their expectations of you, your life, how to be, how not to be? How great you are, how dumb you are, how stupid you are, how you don’t listen. They are mere projections of the worry-filled most, who project on us all the time bringing us down, showing the baby versions of power waking up yelling bitching fighting telling you what you did wrong over and over and over and over and over and over that you can’t do anything but cry.
Because that’s all that you have to offer. To them. To her. To him.
But what about you?
Some cry praying for the hurt and pain to stop, but the tears are mere reflections of the wounded that the powerful overlook, and prey upon all the time.
I want to be worry free so I can sleep well in this world.
Don’t you want that?
I yearn for it all the time that it woke me out of my sleep with the deepest anxiety that I cried for and still am while writing this very post.
I don’t cry much but I cried and am crying for the world. I really am.
I cried for the liars
I cried for the thieves
I cried for the cheaters
I cried for the haters
I cried for the beaters
I cried for the bullies
I cried for the blackmailers
I cried for those alone
I cried for those rich
I cried for those poor
I cried for those alone
I cried for those abandoned
I cried for the depressed
I cried for the downtrodden
I cried for the world and its chaos
I cried for the hate
I cried for the world we take for granted
I cried for the unbelieved
I cried for the preferred
I cried for the overlooked
I cried for the denied
I cried for the world
I cried for the pain
I cried for the laughed at
I cried for the angst
I cried for the lives thrown away
I cried for the anxiety of us all
I cried for the tears to flow
I cried so much I didn’t recognize the word
I cried because I got what I prayed for
I cried and still am crying
May my tears be blessings for the future. And especially those who forgot and or dare deny the power of their own tears that can transform your soul, even when your bullies try to beat it out of you. Even when you forget.
Never let them take your tears!
TheCosmicDoc
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