(Over Iraq, 3 hrs from the Dubai)
Stranger or loved one, we never forget the aroma of compassion, or from whom it came.
“Forgiveness...”; I once read “...is the scent the rose leaves on the heel of the foot that crushed it”.
Do they all mean the same thing? Mud or stars? Heaven or Hell? Crushed rose or fragrant heel?
It’s a simple choice. Feel one, choose the other. And somewhere in between is authentic love. Freedom of suffering and the reality of the human spirit.
We are never alone.
CB
We are never alone.
CB
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