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Empathy..!!

My Diary Pages

In the quiet of the night,

silence of my heart,

hiding several storms,

with the shattered peace,

and the lost voice,

looking with my wondering eyes,

Grieving with my hurting soul..

Compassion, empathy, human connections are the jewels of authentic relations and the true essence of the human experience — which give meaning to our lives. Unfortunately in the growing digital culture, though we are more socially connected than ever, we are more isolated too, than ever. Human vulnerability is at stake today.

We are living in a culture of shame, blame, fear, and disconnection. People take not a moment to dishonour someone, and pushing him to suffer extreme depression and finally into complete isolation. Public shaming/online shaming can have the worst consequences.

Shame is universal and it triggers us all in different ways and forms. We all have our moments of imperfections but people forget it while targeting…

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Boris Johnson- still telling it like it isn’t.

Obbverse

Trotting Out The Twisted Pig Tales.

Still Boris Johnson keeps on clinging on,
It's a high wire he's sweatily swinging on,
It's quite the parlous position he is in;
Why or whoever could be the reason?

He has apologised for the crass behaviour,
He's cravenly asked Sue to do him a favour,
Even gone where a Johnson rarely ventures-
He's had to front up to his lowly back benchers.

This time, he swears, the lesson has truly stuck,
This time, he hopes, with an ounce of dumb luck
Just enough fools will believe he is rightly contrite- And that's worth celebrating come Friday night. For apologies from Number 10 are ten a penny- So what's another broken promise, after so many? Lessons learned from Public School still ring true, 'If you believe a word Boris says- more fool you.' It's not as if Boris has seen a sign from on…

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Life is but a Weaving by Corrie ten Boom

Short film based on the poem by Corrie ten Boom, which she often recited to audiences.

My life is but a weaving
Between my God and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaveth steadily.Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.

Not ’til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly
Will God unroll the canvas
And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the weaver’s skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned

He knows, He loves, He cares;
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives the very best to those
Who leave the choice to Him.

Shot, edited and directed by Brian Reed
Additional photography by Daniel Kandel
Music by Chris Zabriskie

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Life🌼

We should be aware that the religious life is a particular game or contest where we have to reach the goal or finish line.
Many people prefer to hold on the earthly life where an adulterousness and pride in them avoids them to come close to Allah, the Only One True God Who is One (and not two or three).

In that earthly life some leap in the hope Minimum life is nothing but the pleasures of vanity. Few people are willing to set aside the earthly pleasures to come to know the more important pleasures of God.

Let us belong to those who chose to follow Allah’s Guidance and be aware that Life is like a rainfall whose growth charms the unbelievers but then dries out while those who believe in the Most High and count on His forgiveness and well-being do not need those worldly things but prefer heavenly things as they praise Jehovah God and want to be submissive to Him.

 

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Preceding

Be it in May or September: Run the race

Race and Grace

The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong

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Additional reading

  1. Words to inspire and to give wisdom
  2. We are redeemed; we are “bought with a price”
  3. Atonement and the race been bought
  4. Matthew 20 Are you willing to work for Jesus?
  5. Run for the Everlasting Cure
  6. A race not to swift, nor a battle to the strong
  7. Running the battle
  8. Life is like a ten-speed bike.
  9. The Month of May and Running the race
  10. Today’s Thought “A Race in the Last Days” (May 27)
  11. Today’s Thought “There is laid up for me the crown of righteousness” (May 27)

Try to get it!

Black yellow Or white
Each has a right
The right to be respected
The right to be protected
The right to live
And to peacefully survive
So.. Live
And Let live
Sohair
Allah says
Chapter 57 The Iron سورة الحديد – Al-Hadid: Verse 20
اعْلَمُوا أَنَّمَا الْحَيَاةُ الدُّنْيَا لَعِبٌ وَلَهْوٌ وَزِينَةٌ وَتَفَاخُرٌ بَيْنَكُمْ وَتَكَاثُرٌ فِي الْأَمْوَالِ وَالْأَوْلَادِ ۖ كَمَثَلِ غَيْثٍ أَعْجَبَ الْكُفَّارَ نَبَاتُهُ ثُمَّ يَهِيجُ فَتَرَاهُ مُصْفَرًّا ثُمَّ يَكُونُ حُطَامًا ۖ وَفِي الْآخِرَةِ عَذَابٌ شَدِيدٌ وَمَغْفِرَةٌ مِنَ اللَّهِ وَرِضْوَانٌ ۚ وَمَا الْحَيَاةُ الدُّنْيَا إِلَّا مَتَاعُ الْغُرُورِ
Know ye (all), that the life of this world is but play and amusement, pomp and mutual boasting and multiplying, (in rivalry) among yourselves, riches and children. Here is a similitude: How rain and the growth which it brings forth, delight (the hearts of) the tillers; soon it withers; thou wilt see it grow yellow; then it becomes dry and crumbles away. But in…

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Oekraïne – Droogenbroodt

mystiek & filosofie

Oorlog in Oekraïne

De amandelbomen staan hier in bloei
een verrukking voor het oog
dat van schoonheid houdt

weldra zullen ook citrusbloesems
een verleidelijk parfum verspreiden

maar elders woedt de oorlog
ziet het oog verwoesting
en menselijk leed

daar bloeien geen bloesems
ze verstikken in de rook
van barbaars geweld.

Germain Droogenbroodt

Marioepol

Vredesduif

Het regent
het regent treurnis

voor onschuldige slachtoffers
voor de vernietiging van een land
voor de vlucht van moorddadig geweld

hongerig verlaat een tortelduif
de beschutting van haar boom

een strop gelijk
de zwarte ring rond haar hals.

Germain Droogenbroodt

Marioepol

Despoot

De nacht heeft de dageraad overvallen
en ontvreemdt van de vrede
het kostbare licht

De stilte verstomt
door schoten, kanongebulder
en huilende sirenes overstemd

Onberoerd door het leed
─ zelfs van zijn eigen volk
de heerszuchtige despoot.

Germain Droogenbroodt

Marioepol

Sporen

De storm is geluwd
met de zandkorrels vermengd
de algen op het strand

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Wartime gedicht uit Oekraïne

Kruzdlosofie

Danyil Zadorozhnyi

Danyil Zadorozhnyi considers the threat and reality of wartime displacement in this poem whose title speaks to W. H. Auden’s “September 1, 1939.”

“trees—that’s what I lack most of all,” she says
“you have so few of them here in Lviv
Donetsk, though, was a green city
greenery all around”

but I didn’t know that
I was young, never spent much time there,
never valued people or the county until after it happened

“second time I’ve lost my home,” she utters with hatred
“officially, this time”

and I get her
and I don’t
hugging her

my mom’s concerned there’ll be tons of internally displaced persons
where will we put them all up, she asks
I don’t mind, but I don’t have any space
except in your room, if you want

containing my emotions, I elect empathy, saying
I get you
but it’s too early to talk about that

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A Friend Like You

Purplerays

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    A Friend Like You

    There’s lots of things
    With which I’m blessed,
    Tho’ my life’s been both Sunny and Blue,
    But of all my blessings,
    This one’s the best:
    To have a friend like you.

    In times of trouble
    Friends will say,
    “Just ask… I’ll help you through it.”
    But you don’t wait for me to ask,
    You just get up
    And you do it!

    And I can think
    Of nothing in life
    That I could more wisely do,
    Than know a friend,
    And be a friend,
    And love a friend… like you.

    By Anon.

    Artist Inge Look.

            Text and image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/531188960392510/posts/2082553225256068/

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            They want us to be afraid 🇺🇦🌻🇺🇦❤️🇺🇦🌻🇺🇦

            Purplerays

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              “They want us to be afraid.
              They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes.
              They want us to barricade our doors
              and hide our children.
              Their aim is to make us fear life itself!
              They want us to hate.
              They want us to hate ‘the other’.
              They want us to practice aggression
              and perfect antagonism.
              Their aim is to divide us all!
              They want us to be inhuman.
              They want us to throw out our kindness.
              They want us to bury our love
              and burn our hope.
              Their aim is to take all our light!
              They think their bricked walls
              will separate us.
              They think their damned bombs
              will defeat us.
              They are so ignorant they don’t understand
              that my soul and your soul are old friends.
              They are so ignorant they don’t understand
              that when they cut you I bleed.
              They are so ignorant they don’t…

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              Be quiet and tear the thorn from your heart

              Dutch version / Nederlandse versie: Wees stil en ruk de doorn uit je hart

              Purplerays

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                “Be quiet and tear the thorn from your heart.
                Uncover in silence your soul’s own rose garden.”

                -Rumi

                        Text and image source: Mystic Path to Cosmic Consciousness https://www.facebook.com/143005819116554/posts/4754129178004172/

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                        Leprechaun Limerick

                        Friendly Fairy Tales

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                        Over the rainbow, Finn danced.
                        Leprechauns watched him, entranced.
                        Nibbling clover,
                        The world over,
                        Until, on their gold, he chanced. 

                        Note: The art work is courtesy of my daughter, and the cookie is courtesy of Antoine’s Pastry Shop. I hope you like this limerick for St. Patrick’s Day! A limerick is usually a silly poem with 5 lines having the rhyming pattern AABBA. The A lines are half again longer than the B lines. Even more relevantly, Limerick is an Irish city on the River Shannon.

                        Just for the love of limericks, here are a few favorites:

                        There was a young belle of old Natchez
                        Whose garments were always in patchez.
                        When comments arose
                        On the state of her clothes,
                        She replied, “When Ah itchez, Ah scratchez.”
                        —Ogden Nash

                        There was an Old Man with a beard,
                        Who said, “It is just as I feared!
                        Two Owls…

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