Wolves without teeth

On Empathy

"A soul that carries empathy is a soul that has survived enormous pain."

A soul that carries empathy is not fragile—it is forged in fire. Behind the gentleness lies a history of ache, of nights spent breaking silently, of wounds that once seemed too deep to heal.

Empathy isn’t born from comfort; it is shaped by pain that wasn’t fair, by losses that carved deep hollows, by moments that brought someone to their knees. And yet, somehow, instead of closing off, that soul stayed open.Instead of growing bitter, it chose understanding.

That’s the quiet strength of the empathetic heart—it remembers what it feels like to suffer
and chooses to make sure no one else feels alone in theirs.
These souls know the weight of unspoken battles. They recognize the tears behind the smiles.
They see what others miss, not because they’ve studied it—but because they’ve lived it.
And that kind of love, that kind of compassion, is sacred.
It is the mark of someone who didn’t just survive their pain
—they turned it into a bridge of kindness for others to cross.

Mitra

A film for the future - Coldplay

La Boier (Gnostic Chant) - Prophecy of the Cathars

Quand lo boièr ven de laurar
Quand lo boièr ven de laurar
Planta son agulhada
A e i ò u
Planta son agulhada

Tròba sa femna al pè del fuòc
Tròba sa femna al pè del fuòc
Tota desconsolada
A e i ò u
Tota desconsolada

Se n'es malauta digaz-o
Se n'es malauta digaz-o
Te farai un potatge
A e i ò u
Te farai un potatge

Amb una raba, amb un caulet
Amb una raba, amb un caulet
Una lauseta magra
A e i ò u
Una lauseta magra

Quand serai mòrta enterratz-me
Quand serai mòrta enterratz-me
Al prigond de la cava
A e i ò u
Al prigond de la cava

Los pés virats a la paret
Los pés virats a la paret
Lo cap jos la canela
A e i ò u
Lo cap jos la canela

E los romius que passaràn
E los romius que passaràn
Prendràn d'aiga senhada
A e i ò u
Prendràn d'aiga senhada

E diràn, Qual es mòrt aicí?
E diràn, Qual es mòrt aicí?
Aquò es la paura Joana
A e i ò u
Aquò es la paura Joana

Se n'es anada al paradís
Se n'es anada al paradís
Al cèl ambe sas cabras
A e i ò u
Al cèl ambe sas cabras

TRANSLATION

When the cattle driver comes from plowing,
He plants his cattle prod.
He finds his wife at the foot of the fire,
Sad and so disconsolate.

If you are sad, then tell me.
I’ll make you a stew, with a turnip, a cabbage and a skinny lark.

When I am dead bury me.
In the deepest part of the cave.
Feet turned towards the wall,
Head by the channel for water.

The pilgrims that will pass by,
Will take of the holy water.
And they will say, “Who died here?”
Here is the poor Joanne.
She went to paradise,
To heaven with her goats.

That which is - तत्त्वमसि

That which is flaming, which is subtler than the subtle,
on which the worlds are set, and their inhabitants -
That is the indestructible Brahman.
It is life, it is speech, it is mind. That is the real. It is immortal.
It is a mark to be penetrated. Penetrate It, my friend.

Taking as a bow the great weapon of the Upanishad,
one should put upon it an arrow sharpened by meditation,
Stretching it with a thought directed to the essence of That,
Penetrate that Imperishable as the mark, my friend.

Om is the bow, the arrow is the Self, Brahman the mark,
By the undistracted man is It to be penetrated,
One should come to be in It,
as the arrow becomes one with the mark.

— Mundaka Upanishad

What he wrote

True

Courage

Please, just have the courage to let go of the people who leave your heart confused.
Let go of the people who make you feel like you are compromising all that you desire,
and all that you hope for, and all of the goodness and the beauty that you know exists in this world, for a skinny version of love.

Let go of falling in love with potential, let go of falling in love with the idea of someone rather than who they truly are.
Let go of the fears you have that keep you holding on to something that hurts, something that is so heavy, something that has only left you feeling misunderstood,
or unworthy, or at war with yourself.

- Unknown

La vraie force

"La vraie force, c’est celle qui sait prendre soin de la fragilité.
Être fort, ce n’est pas écraser les autres sous le poids de ses certitudes ou de ses ambitions.
Être fort, c’est être capable de douceur dans un monde qui ne l’est pas.
C’est accueillir le doute, le vide, le silence, et continuer d’avancer, sans jamais céder à l’amertume.
La vraie force est invisible, elle se niche dans les gestes simples, dans les regards bienveillants, dans la patience des jours."

Christian Bobin

Row softer home

Parting goes both ways

Was it really that easy for you…
To never speak to me again, to walk away like I never mattered at all?
You erased me so quickly, like I was just a page you didn’t care to reread.
Like I was never part of your story.
Did it sting, even a little?
Or was leaving me just something you crossed off your list that day?
Because I’m still here…
Still carrying memories you seem to have forgotten.
Still asking how someone who once meant everything could become a stranger in the blink of a goodbye.
Some days I wish I could un-feel it all.
But most days…
I just wish you’d explain how it was so easy for you to let go.

How

What do we live for

Onomkeerbaar

You

All My Tears

The road

Moebius

East of the sun and West of the moon

If you ever

Don't think twice, it's allright

Aujourd’hui

Aujourd’hui, pense à toutes les belles choses qui te sont arrivées, même au cœur des difficultés.
Pense à ces rencontres inattendues, à ces forces que tu as découvertes en Toi quand tu croyais tout avoir perdu.
Souviens-toi des jours compliqués… et de la Lumière qui a fini par revenir.
Chaque tempête t’a bousculé, oui ; mais elle t’a aussi révélé.
Elle t’a appris à te relever, à te recentrer, à voir ce qui compte vraiment.
Elles ont emporté ce qui n’était plus fait pour toi, et laissé place à de nouveaux possibles.
Tu es encore là.
Plus Sage. Plus Vrai(e). Plus Toi.
Alors aujourd’hui, célèbre non pas ce que tu as perdu, mais tout ce que tu as gagné, grandi, compris… malgré les vents contraires.
Parce que même dans la douleur, il y a eu aussi de très belles choses .
Et parce qu’en Toi, il y a bien plus de Lumière que tu ne le crois.

~ Charlotte Cellier ~

Mobius

“According to the Bible, God created the heavens and the Earth.
It is man’s prerogative - and woman’s-
to create their own particular and private hell.”

Rod Serling

Blue

Eloy Bida

“Responsibility could easily deteriorate into domination and possessiveness, were it not for a third component of love, respect.
Respect is not fear and awe; it denotes, in accordance with the root of the word (respicere = to look at), the ability to see a person as he is,
to be aware of his unique individuality. Respect means the concern that the other person should grow and unfold as he is.
Respect, thus, implies the absence of exploitation. I want the loved person to grow and unfold for his own sake, and in his own ways,
and not for the purpose of serving me.
If i love the other person, i feel one with him or her, but with him as he is, not as i need him to be as an object for my use.
It is clear that respect is possible only if i have achieved independence; if i can stand and walk without needing crutches,
without having to dominate and exploit anyone else.
Respect exists only on the basis of freedom: 'l'amour est l'enfant de la liberty' as an old French song says;
love is the child of freedom, never that of domination.”

Erich Fromm

Caretakers

A BRAVE AND STARTLING TRUTH
by Maya Angelou

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth

And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms

When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil

When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze

When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse

When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets

Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world

When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe

We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

One day

Tell me

Light

C'est vraie

Evolution of thought

we will Heal

we will Grow

I will never forget

And they don't even know it

“Narcissists are consumed with maintaining a shallow false self to others. They're emotionally crippled souls that are addicted to attention.
Because of this they use a multitude of games, in order to receive adoration. Sadly, they are the most ungodly of God's creations because they don't show remorse for their actions,
take steps to make amends or have empathy for others. They are morally bankrupt.”

― Shannon L. Alder

The

Anatol Knotek

Oh

Let them off

Sorrow

3 x is Strike

Horsepower for the streets

Give peace a chance...cover by Louis Armstrong

A Moment

Voor een stormvrouw

Je denken is te scherp voor mijn hart,
& je hart gaat te vrijzinnig licht over mijn rede heen.

Wat jij voor afstand nemen houdt, werd voor mij
depressie, een professionele definitie; gevoel tot niets,
herleid tot een ongemak waarmee je niets te maken wou hebben.

Dus sneed je me los. Terwijl ik enkel je ziel herkende als
waardevol, brak & herleidde jij de mijne tot een afg(e)rond
zijn, en liep ik vol met duisternis in plaats van licht.

En je glimlach erna bracht mij enkel tranen..
die je niet verdiende.

Fré 3/8/25

The Rhythm of the heat

Wish

Moebius

True seers

Les Voi-Vrais

On sait / On Voit / On ressent.

J'avais toujours entendu parler de l’Union de deux Âmes, même sans se connaître, de cette impression d’être convaincu qu’une personne nous cherche, nous attend quelque part.
J’y ai toujours cru… jusqu’à ce que le Destin me mette sur la route.

Tu n’as pas seulement croisé ma vie,
Je te l’ai bouleversé… et Tu en as fait de même.
Tu n’es pas juste quelqu’un que j’ai rencontré…
Tu Es cette évidence.
Cette moitié d’âme égarée qu’on reconnaît sans jamais l’avoir "vue".

Et quoi qu’il arrive,
même si le monde se met entre Nous,
rien ne pourra effacer ce Lien.
Parce que Toi et Moi… Doux et Puissant à la fois, l’un Terre et l’autre Ciel, On était réunis à la Source, à la Maison, au Refuge tellement sécurisant.

Maintenant, Tu m’as perdu, Tu t’es perdu sans écouter ton Cœur, ton Âme, Mon Feu intérieur et à présent Tu as froid.

Alors… Vois / Écoute / Ressens les Signes sur Ta route.

Mais surtout dans les hauts comme les bas ne t’oublie pas

Prends Soin de Toi.

Et de Ton Cœur Sacré

Jonathan Frey