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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