It’s The Beautiful Thought That Matters

But how can I ever be anonymous? 

Should I write on walls, packing paper, trees, gas balloons, … without my name, not in the internet, not in news papers, books?

How I wish I just could say “thank you” on someone’s blog, post, book I love, like, enjoy, without revealing my identity, like a voice from heaven, like a silent kiss of gratitude.

Who Is Poor?

‘Poor’ in my personal dictionary is someone who always begs, asks, has no self-respect, no self-confidence, is not independent. 

The fruit vendor, the news paper boy, the housemaid, a blind man are independent, honorable people though they might live in a hut, …

“Ask, and God will grant you” something like that is written in the Bible,

Yet they’re not lazy, spoiled, they’re grateful, dignified and don’t humble themselves with asking or begging.

I Love Myself

I love myself, despite my blunderings, …

On Good And Bad

As for good things it’s so good it has almost no faults, so we have to search after its (farfetched) faults, and as for bad things, it has so many faults, we have to search after its (farfetched) qualities. 

What is good is still good even if we blame it and the bad still bad even if we praise it.

November 1973

Beauty

See beauty, heaven in loving eyes.

Why Do You Hurt Me?

Suddenly she cried and with her loving, lovely eyes looking up at me, her eyes so sadly said: “Why do you hurt me?” as I tripped on her feet.

I then cuddle, fondle her to make up for my wrong and she kissed my hands, 

my dear doggy.