#kindnessmatters
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In the realm
of gracious souls,
a tribute
to the strength we hold—
a gift woven
into our humanity
the simple grace
of offering kindness
whenever we can.
I pause
and ask myself—
can we not choose
kindness?
For love
reveals itself
through kindness.
It echoes,
it reverberates,
spreading its message
from heart
to heart.
A warmth
so inviting,
overflowing
with generosity
and care.
It nurtures
uplifting moments—
from quiet conversations
to meaningful connections,
sowing the roots
of lasting bonds,
until harmony
ripples outward
across our world.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 4:47 AM UTC
"Every act of kindness,
no matter how small,
creates a ripple effect.
You may not see the shore it reaches,
but trust that your goodness matters."
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 6:52 AM UTC
"You are a vessel of light.
Shine brightly,
even in the darkest corners of the world.
Your legacy will be the warmth you shared."
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 8:52 AM UTC
Hiding their talents, afraid someone might steal their light.
Valuing others' happiness, often at the cost of their own.
Caring for everyone — even those who curse them out of envy.
Neglecting their own health while nurturing others.
Spreading smiles, while burying their own pain deep inside.
These aren’t flaws...
They’re the quiet traits of strong, introverted girls —
Silent warriors with golden hearts.
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 12:43 AM UTC
( i )
I lucked out
on table 4 last night
window seat
baseboard heat
with intimate passages
from Ginsberg
in his purest
and most evident form
Cover-all Carl was draped
in his usual garb
(turning pages
of yesterday's news)
animating, culturing, bantering
on the fate of the
Greek barber
(in an accent of which
I'm not so sure)
His cronies
looked on
(with a twisted conviction)
countering
with their own tales
of ingovernance and woe
*did you know that Panasonic
lost 5 billion last quarter?*
The evening moved
in time lapse...
with painted winds,
streaming lights
and a host of
high school girls
running cold
Maleah passed
on her late shift
(checking the pile and trough),
patronized the boys
and called it a night
( ii )
The bald man
is back at it again
bickering at the till
(something about
a cold free coffee
or 99 cents
or the coloured guy
behind him who got it hot)
a kind Filipino
is trying to get it done
(at 8 bucks per)
losing her cool
and shedding a quiet tear
Wonder what the Purewals
or Haitians or Cossacks
would have to say
about this grim public reminder,
wonder what
this sad f*ck
will do tonight...
without his
bus pass
or sling sack
or broken Turkish stems
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC