We usually live in the prison of judgment. Judgment to others and judgment to ourselves. A drunkard, a homeless unable to help himself can be a very bad example for our kids, but still we cannot negate his pure human nature and even the beauty of his egolessness state.
Has anybody been in the situation? He speaks to you in the bus, in the corner of the street and you feel a bit ashamed, a bit afraid that anybody can think you are related to him in anyway and who knows what he can say!? Still he speaks so uncontaminated language that it touches you because it reminds you of something that you have lost.
Thanks for telling us about your beautiful experience so far.