Monday, February 18, 2019

The baker who gave bread to refugees

https://uk.yahoo.com/news/tributes-paid-greek-baker-fed-195215126.html



'Tributes paid to Greek baker who fed hundreds of refugees

 By Associated Press Reporter,PA Ready News World

Tributes have been paid to Dionissis Arvanitakis, a baker who provided free bread to refugees on a Greek island, after his death at the age of 77.
European Commission President Jean-Claude Juncker released a statement expressing his respect “for an exemplary European citizen” who showed “rare generosity and sensitivity towards the hundreds of unfortunate immigrants”.
Mr Juncker said: “My Europe is the one Dionissis Arvanitakis symbolised.”
Raised in a poor family of 10, Mr Arvanitakis emigrated to Australia at the age of 16 and eventually returned to Greece, settling on the island of Kos in 1970. He opened a bakery with his savings.
In March 2015, he started giving away 100 kilos of bread a day to the large number of refugees arriving in Kos.
Mr Arvanitakis said at the time: “I know what it feels like to have nothing.”'

Wednesday, February 06, 2019

Rumi Quotes

http://wisdomquotes.com/rumi-quotes/


Let silence take you to the core of life.


My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.


There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled. There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled. You feel it, don’t you?


Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.


It’s your road and yours alone. Others may walk it with you, but no one can walk it for you.


The spirit is so near that you can’t see it! But reach for it… don’t be a jar, full of water, whose rim is always dry. Don’t be the rider who gallops all night and never sees the horse that is beneath him.


I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears or what they think.


These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.


When the world pushes you to your knees, you’re in the perfect position to pray.


I am not this hair, I am not this skin, I am the soul that lives within.


Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wild flowers will come up where you are.


Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.


As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.


I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.


You were born with wings. Why prefer to crawl through life?


You are not meant for crawling, so don’t. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.


Look at the moon in the sky, not the one in the lake.


There is a life-force within your soul, seek that life. There is a gem in the mountain of your body, seek that mine. O traveller, if you are in search of that, don’t look outside, look inside yourself and seek that.


Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.


Be a lamp, or a lifeboat, or a ladder. Help someone’s soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd.


Love sometimes wants to do us a great favor: hold us upside down and shake all the nonsense out.


If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished? 


When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.


Concentrate on the Essence, concentrate on the light.


Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?


The soul has been given its own ears to hear things mind does not understand.


Ignore those that make you fearful and sad, that degrade you back towards disease and death.


Anything which is more than our necessity is Poison. It may be power, wealth, hunger, ego, greed, laziness, love, ambition, hate or anything.


O, happy the soul that saw its own faults.


Do not worry if all the candles in the world flicker and die. We have the spark that starts the fire.


When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of distress and anxiety; If I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without any pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret in this for anyone who can grasp it.


To me nothing in the world is as precious as a genuine smile, especially from a child.


Whenever sorrow comes, be kind to it. For God has placed a pearl in sorrow’s hand.


Don’t be sad! Because God sends hope in the most desperate moments. Don’t forget, the heaviest rain comes out of the darkest clouds.


Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.


Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place.


Sorrow… It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.


The wound is the place where the light enters you.


Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain will become your cure.


Be patient where you sit in the dark. The dawn is coming.


Prayer clears the mist and brings back peace to the soul.


Do good to the people for the sake of God or for the peace of your own soul that you may always see what is pure and save your heart from the darkness of hate.


Whatever happens to you, don’t fall in despair. Even if all the doors are closed, a secret path will be there for you that no one knows. You can’t see it yet but so many paradises are at the end of this path…Be grateful! It is easy to thank after obtaining what you want, thank before having what you want.


On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day.


The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you. Don’t go back to sleep.


Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.


You have no need to travel anywhere – journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.


Wherever water flows, life flourishes: wherever tears fall, divine mercy is shown.


How do I know who I am or where I am? How could a single wave locate itself in an ocean.


The Prophets accept all agony and trust it. For the water has never feared the fire.


On what is fear: Non-acceptance of uncertainty. If we accept that uncertainty, it becomes an adventure!


When you go through a hard period, when everything seems to oppose you, when you feel you cannot even bear one more minute, never give up! Because it is the time and place that the course will divert!


Those who don’t feel this love pulling them like a river, those who don’t drink dawn like a cup of springwater or take in sunset like a supper, those who don’t want to change, let them sleep.


Why are you so enchanted by this world, when a mine of gold lies within you?