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it is said “The first duty of love is to listen”

how much is the love?

“A lie has speed, but truth has endurance.” –Edgar J. Mohn

Daily bread

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WE BOTH ARE ALIKE ~ self-portrait with the homeless cat

It has happened on my return home from the baker’s shop. I saw the women who stumbled and fall down. The dusty blacktop was colored with her blood. I drooped down my bread for to give my hand to the women. She was helped to stand up and her thank you joined our hearts.

As I recall the above, my daily bread on the ground hurts my eyes now. It is painful to visualize the story such way, but can I silence the truth? In case the story would repeat itself, I too would repeat my bad action- my bread would appear on the ground again.

WOW TWO

The confusion helped me to grasp that the acts of kindness are like the healing of the raising dawn and that they come as if out of itself. However, when one starts boasting about what was well done by him, everything turns upside-down and the daily bread appears on the dirt underfoot : the boasting for self makes the the bigmouth the worm in the bud

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magical metamorphosis

An empty sheet of paper attracted. I rejoiced at the opportunity to express myself. I had a chance  to put down my own thoughts here.   Thus  I took a brush, and it started to dance.  The colors covered my canvas and it revived, yet the picture looked so sorrowful.  While rejoicing over the fresh breath of the daylight, I was aware of my personal impotency to participate in the fiesta of life.

Have a look at the shot on the above.  I took it on my return home. The picture caught my attention – I was just seated back in awe towards the view that so eloquently depicted my story.   I saw my dreams (the purity of the snow) here,  yet that whiteness was overbudened with grief  for  the sneering of the world’s economic at the beauty of  the fairy tales  …

All the above sound harshly, yet you will hear the totally different story  that was illustrated by this picture. I hope you too will share my joy as you will read  further …