Tag: compassion
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The Mirror
I looked, she looked back at me, turned old, I said, the lines show pain and loss, grave furrows around the eyes. Compassion always for the poor, prayer through the night to end the war, yet I look and get no empathy. Criticism, in plenty.
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Decency can be like morning mist, warmed by the sun of greed, may lightly flow away in greying drifts, or veiled by evil’s, darkened day. — Compassion is like the rocky cliffs, ever being pressed and smashed by the increasing anger of the sea of hearts, encased in ego’s stone.
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Tears
I bit into my chocolate, and the thoughts began to percolate. I tasted the milkiness and bittersweetness and sighed and cried inside my body – where the need’s nourishment not this punishment as the weak, hungry child in my mind’s eye dies. —– I do not mean to deride the pride we have in our…
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