Different Paths To The Waterfall
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Philosophers, religious leaders, and poets have been sharing their profound insights literally since the beginning of language itself. Sadly, many of these words have been lost over time, or reduced to academic exercises in a college classroom. Poet Elliot Kent revisited those important works, and used them as prompts for a new generation of readers. These poems and meditations reflect Kent's commitment to keeping the art of spiritual communication alive at a time when words have largely become disposable commodities. Seeing Humanity Blessed are those who dare to look, not just glance, but tru...
Philosophers, religious leaders, and poets have been sharing their profound insights literally since the beginning of language itself. Sadly, many of these words have been lost over time, or reduced to academic exercises in a college classroom. Poet Elliot Kent revisited those important works, and used them as prompts for a new generation of readers. These poems and meditations reflect Kent's commitment to keeping the art of spiritual communication alive at a time when words have largely become disposable commodities. Seeing Humanity Blessed are those who dare to look, not just glance, but truly see, the eyes of the abandoned, those deep wells of unspoken stories, where hope flickers like a candle, fighting against the wind, the storm of indifference, the weight of neglect. In those eyes, a universe unfolds, a tapestry woven with threads of despair, yet threaded through with resilience, the quiet strength of survival, the echo of laughter lost, the shadow of dreams deferred. Blessed are those who bend low, who kneel in the dust, who offer their hands, not as saviors, but as companions, who understand that closeness is a bridge, not a chasm, that to hold space is to hold hearts, to listen is to love, to share silence is to share breath. In the gaze of the marginalized, there lies a mirror, reflecting our own fears, our own fragility, and in that reflection, we find the courage to connect, to reach across the divide, to dismantle the walls built by fear, to recognize the sacred in the ordinary, the divine in the discarded. Blessed are those who see the beauty, the raw, unfiltered beauty, in the faces of those society forgets, who understand that every scar tells a story, every tear is a testament, and every smile, a revolution. They are the ones who ignite the spark, who fan the flames of compassion, who remind us that we are all threads, woven together in this vast, chaotic tapestry, and that to look into the eyes of the abandoned is to look into the eyes of our shared humanity.
