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“THE Heart ART of Compassion!”

“IN SEARCH OF THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS!”* a poem a.k.a.: “THE Heart ART of Compassion!” Feb. 10, 2019 (Sunday) for: Brian, after his Spanish Class!

COME LEARN; GET SMART! (pause)
“BUT!-I-want-a-‘GOOD’ HEART! So, tell me – What-can-I-do?”

WELL! THIS-IS-THE- O N L Y-ADVICE-I-CAN-OFFER!
IT’S ALL THAT I HAVE FOR YOU:
“Die WELL! just die – in-a-‘pauper’s’-grave,
With all the townsfolk! there – to rave,
ABOUT WHAT-A-WONDERFUL -AND-KIND-BLOKE YOU WERE,
As they’re throwing-flowers-and-crying- at-your-funeral-for-sure!”

So, I gave up all of-my considerable estate;
GAVE-IT-ALL TO-MY-NEIGHBORS, WHO TOLD ME I-WAS-GREAT,
And I lived as a pauper, ate water and bread;
I slept always outside, with rocks for my bed,
And I died and-went-to-Heaven, but no-one-came to grieve,
At my funeral site – ALONE! I-DID “LEAVE!?”
I-guess my-Heart-was-never-“GOOD,” since no one came to mourn;
WHAT-A-PITY IT-REALLY-WAS, THAT-I WAS EVER BORN,
Even though I gave-up my money – property – and estate!

“BUT YOUR INTENTION MUST BE PURE, for, a ‘GOOD’ heart ISN’T ‘GREAT,’
IF-you’re-‘TRYING’-to-have-‘a good heart!’ for SUCH-only-happens to,
Those who simply DO THEIR BEST – with no reward in view!
An-INTENTION TO-BE-GOOD for-the-sake of recognition,
Is never very “sacred!” You might as well go fishin’!
And IF you catch a fish – to eat for dinner time,
Apologize &-thank the fish, for that can be sublime!
Yet, IF-THE-FISH SAYS: “THROW ME BACK!” Do it right away,
And forget-dinner on that night! PERHAPS, ANOTHER DAY!
But, if the fish says: “OK! You’re welcome!” and “Have-a-real-good-meal,”
Then share fish dinner – with a stranger – one, for whom you feel,
COMPASSION! (pause)
Plus-the-compassion-you-showed, by-being-‘mindful’-of-your-food!
COMPASSION’S FOUND IN-A-GOOD-HEART, with A-KINDLY, HAPPY MOOD!”

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* – or The Buddha, Moses, Muhammad, Confucius, Zoroaster, Krishna, or your favorite!

COMPASSION
Miracle ๐Ÿ‘„

“CAUGHT IN THE WORDS OF THE COSMIC WORD FIGHT!”

“CAUGHT IN THE WORDS OF THE COSMIC WORD FIGHT!” a poem February 10, 2019 (Sunday)

THOUGHTS ARE HERE AND GONE ALL THE TIME!!!
They-are from “THE DIVINE WORDER!” He might throw you a rhyme,
Or a sentence! or – a word or two,
Or-3-or-4-will-POP-outta-Him, and he’ll-throw-them-at-YOU!

They’ll-hit-you! RIGHT THERE! on-the-blackboard-o’-your-mind,
And it OFTEN depends upon what he has dined,
ON! For, if he ate fruit – or a few sips o’ juice,
What hits is a light and a sweet, little verse!
If the meal fare was heavy pork – or something with butter,
Weighty words like CARDAMOM are what he might mutter,

But HE JUST KEEPS TOSSING “for all that he’s worth,”
And, if you’re Shakespeare or Poe, what-is given birth,
Are stories and/or plays short-or-long-but-really-“DEEP,”
But it’s ALL THERE FOR YOU, unless-you-go-to-sleep,
In which case you dream – of castles and kings,
Of sweet romance – and other crazy things,
Like the future where cars fly – and women turn into men, (pause)
And then regret what they’ve done – for the words thrown at a HEN,
Are more about LOVE – little children – hair styles and shopping,
But onto men’s blackboards: t-t s – pus—s – cars & dirty hands will be “popping!”

The thoughts & the words & the stories are EVER TOURING,
UNTIL – one day – thoughts about DEATH! begin pouring,
On your screens OR lots-of-fear-and-concern-about-the-VALUE-of-Life,
So you might “take” a husband – or, maybe, a wife!

THE DIVINE-WORD-THROWER is OUTTA CONTROL!
So-you’ll go to The Doctors! for pills they will dole,
OUT-to-you – TO OBSCURE what you might see on The Board!
IF the pills wear off, the-words-are-stacked-up-&-messy, and you go: “Oh, Dear Lord,
Make-it-STOP-it’s-TOO-MUCH!” but-The-WORDER-don’t-care,
He just keeps on a-tossing, so The Board won’t be bare!

If you die in your sleep, and wake up again,
IN ANOTHER LIFE – THE BOARD! IT-IS ALL FILLED IN!!!
You try to “piece it all together!” What a terrible mess?!
Or you take a big hose-and-wash-it-off, more or less,
To have a CLEAN SLATE, but – The Divine-WORDER-will-just hate,
A vacuum or clean palette, so he won’t hesitate,
To do WHAT HE DOES! in rapid time NOW!
Maniacally tossing sentences – They hit and go POW,
UNTIL, maybe, one day, YOU somehow STOP – and you talk nice to HIM,
And-ask-Him-what-He-wants! and He’ll pause, with a grin,
Not knowing what to say, UNTIL – “these words” pop out: (pause)
“I wish someone would give ME some words, so I wouldn’t have to doubt,
What to do or say next, for I just keep-on a-throwing,
Words – because – What to do next in my life IS WHAT I’M NEVER KNOWING!

So, you suggest – a few words – like: “I LOVE YOU!” and “please,”
And “Thanks for the memories – ” and words-about-“the-birds-and-the-bees;”
You-all EXCHANGE THOUGHTS – or – You TOTALLY “take charge,”
To-where the barrage of words – becomes minimal – not so very large,
And things SLOWLY TURN, and time stills way down,
Past hurts are forgotten – and we all lose our frown,
And HEAVEN JUST SHINES! in loving, kind ways,
Everyone’s HAPPY – and nobody says,
Much of anything – We just smile – and nice thoughts we send,
In harmony and peace – no more dreadful “mind bend,”
Or words being thrown at us – to have to deal about!
WE ARE JUST BLANK SLATES, NO TEARS AND NO POUT! (long pause)

We breathe – We sigh – We move slowly, with CALM, (pause)
UNTIL – ONE DAY SOMEBODY UTTERS THIS BOMB:
“Hey! This is boring! Let’s do something fun!”
And someone yells: “FOOD FIGHT!” and we’re all “on the run,”
Tossing words in long sentences – pell-mell, all around;
WE’RE ALL “THE DIVINE WORDER!” and it’s “fever pitch” sound!!
The words, thoughts, expressions – are all out-of This World;
We’re back in FULL SWING! with dynamically whirled,
WORDS! words – words – words It’s a new season of THOUGHT,
And here we are AGAIN, My Friends – IN WORDS WE ARE CAUGHT!

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And, if that’s not fun enough for you, well, you know what we’ll do?
WE’LL TAKE TURNS WITH THE CHALK – AND-WE’LL DRAW PICTURES TOO!!

Words ๐Ÿค—
Peace on Earth ๐Ÿ•Š

Drugs the Sadness of Drugs ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ›๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿž๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿœ๐Ÿ•ท

I saw this on Facebook and really felt the need to share it.
I have NEVER seen a more perfect poem, written in the saddest way.
“I destroy homes, tear families… apart – take your children, and that’s just the start.
I’m more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold – the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I’m easily found.
I live all around you, in schools and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
My power is awesome – try me you’ll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I’ll own your soul.
When I possess you, you’ll steal and you’ll lie.
You’ll do what you have too just to get high.
The crimes you’ll commit, for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you’ll feel in your arms.
You’ll lie to your mother; you’ll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you’ll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I’ll be your conscience, I’ll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.
I’ll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I’ll be with you always, right by your side.
You’ll give up everything – your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you’ll be alone.
I’ll take and I’ll take, till you have nothing more to give.
When I’m finished with you you’ll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned this is no game.
If given the chance, I’ll drive you insane.
I’ll ravish your body, I’ll control your mind.
I’ll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I’ll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you’ll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you’ll see.
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it’s too late, and you’ll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.
You’ll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen.
Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I’ll be your master; you will be my slave.
I’ll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
It’s all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.”
Signed
DRUGS ๐Ÿ˜ฅ

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Hello ๐Ÿ˜

KINDNESS : Dazzled

Don’t ever look for Inspiration from me

I AM NOT IMPORTANT

I AM  JUST ME!

I like me just the way I am!

I don’t “Live in a BOX”

You know we are all the same inside our bodies

What ever happened to the human brain?

How many Categories of sexual BOXES are there now? 

How many BOXES are there of man-made religion are there now?

Add them up yourself cause, I have! 

We all live on one planet called Earth

Men and females, same species

Just imagine if we had no countries

No man made Relgion 

That would be a beautiful planet to live in Peacefulness as one..

Thoughts through my eyes

EDITOR : Dazzled

 

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Watch “Top 9 Nostradamus predictions for 2019” on YouTube

Flowers In Love, perhaps you may need colour too. ๐Ÿ’™

Today’s wise choices are your to own ๐Ÿ‘€๐Ÿ‘€

“Diary of a Madman” beginnings, this is, as best I can recall, how the journal starts: Now this is a new beinging. Sweet as ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Congratulations my Dear Freind for surviving those dark times of terror. The strength you found in the depth of anguish๐Ÿ˜” isolation were harrowing. A journey faced by many poor Broken Souls that are unable to survive the darkest only seen in the depths beyond grief never to be back. This story uniquely defies the odds with deep outstanding of self. So proud to be a part of this journey back to the living a joyest life with loved ones. On and upwards we run hand in hand to the highest Peace ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ•Š

KINDNESS

Go in the direction of your greatest happiness. (This is referencing the EFT Tapping procedure I was experimenting with at the time!) (1) AIM AT THE TRANCE; (2) TAP IT OUT TO WHERE THE MEMORY (ROOT) CHANGES. (This is a basic suggested sequence!) YOU ARE โ€“ THEY ARE . . . YOU LOVE ______ . . . YOUโ€™RE JUST LIKE ______ . . . THEYโ€™RE HERE NOW . . . GIVE WORST SCENARIO . . . PLAY โ€œITโ€ OUT . . . SAY WHAT HAD BEEN SAID TO THEM . . . SAY/FEEL THE WORST . . . SAY WHAT THEY THINK THE WORLDโ€™S SAYING ABOUT THEM (HOW DO YOU KNOW?) (CAN YOU MAKE IT COME BACK?) IF YOU STILL HAVE EMOTIONS, KEEP TAPPINโ€™ UNTIL YOU HAVE PEACE

EDITOR: DAZZLED
LATER ON, AUTHORS WILL THROW AROUND EFT
AND THE HISTORY BEHIND EFT โ€“ TAPPING.

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Think about this ๐Ÿ˜

To those people I have not met who would like to add me as a friendโ€ฆ

I hope you want me to connect as Facebook friends because you know me or my work, or because you have found my Timeline posts to your taste.

Am I being too harsh if I do not add you to my circle of friends if, when I visit your page, you have no posts to show me? What can I expect to receive from you on my feed if I accept your offer of friendship? If I cannot see your posts without first accepting your request, feel free to message me and explain what we have in common, and then I’ll add you to my network.

I already read the news and keep up with current affairs. I am already aware of many injustices in the world and I will take a stand when I can. While an occasional reminder is appropriate, I do not wish to spend much of my precious time reading large numbers of posts with negative opinions and outpourings. I would like to be mainly inspired by your posts, enlivened by your choice of music and entertained by your photos and sense of fun. When we know each other, I will empathise with any personal misfortune, but…

Negativity is debilitating and the amount on Facebook is causing my artistic output to suffer.

I look forward to connecting and being your friend if we know each other personally and well, if we can enjoy helping each other, if we share interests and outlooks and our lives can become supportive.๐Ÿค—

STRONG When they see you as a strong woman, they think that you do not need anything or anyone, you can bear everything and will overcome whatever happens. That you do not mind being listened to, cared for or pampered. When they see you as a strong woman, they just look for you to help them carry their crosses. They talk to you and they think you do not need to be heard. A strong woman is not asked if she is tired, suffering or falling, if she has anxiety or fear. The important thing is that she is always there: a lighthouse in the fog or a rock in the middle of the sea. The strong woman is not forgiven anything. If she loses control, she becomes weak. If she loses her temper, she becomes hysterical. When the strong woman disappears a minute, it is immediately noticeable, but when she is there, her presence is usual. But the strength that is needed every day, to be that kind of woman, does not matter to anyone. Honor, recognize, respect and thank the strong women in your life, because they also need to be restrained, loved and feel that they can rest.

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Thank you Luke for the dedication๐Ÿ’œ

To me

You look like Rain

My Anthem

I will always appreciate and treasure your generosity

This Song is so beautiful ๐Ÿ’œ

Yes lol I do look like rain ๐Ÿ˜๐ŸŒž

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