You only know me as you see me, not as I actually am. - Immanuel Kant --- AKSHR

 

A painted smile, a sculpted grace,

A polished façade, a charming face.

You see the mask, the outward show,

But not the depths where secrets flow.

 

A whispered word, a fleeting glance,

A carefully constructed dance.

You catch the gleam, the outward light,

But not the shadows of the night.

 

The painted hues, the gilded frame,

Conceal the heart, a silent flame.

A hidden truth, a whispered plea,

Beyond the surface, wild and free.

 

For I am more than meets the eye,

A tapestry of joys and sighs.

A tangled web, a fractured soul,

A story untold, a whispered whole.

 

So judge me not by what you see,

But delve within, and set me free.

For in the depths, the heart resides,

Where I am whole, where truth presides.

 

Space and time are the framework within ... . --- Immanuel Kant --- AKSHR

 

Space and time are the framework within 

which the mind is constrained to construct

 its experience of reality. --- Immanuel Kant

Heaven --- hope, sleep, and laughter. --- Immanuel Kant --- AKSHR

 

Heaven has given human beings 

three things to balance the odds of life: 

hope, sleep, and laughter. --- Immanuel Kant

“Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, can transform the world.” – Howard Zinn --- AKSHR

 

“Small acts, when multiplied by millions of people, 

can transform the world.” – Howard Zinn

A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child. -- Knights of Pythogoras --- AKSHR

 

A man never stands as tall as when he kneels to help a child.

-- Knights of Pythogoras     

We are all like one-winged angels. -- Luciano de Crescenzo --- AKSHR

 

We are all like one-winged angels. 

It is only when we help each other that we can fly.

-- Luciano de Crescenzo     

"Service to others is the rent you pay for your room here on Earth." -- Muhammad Ali -- AKSHR

 

 

A fragile shell, this earthly sphere,

A fleeting moment, held so dear.

A transient stay, a whispered plea,

For service rendered, wild and free.

 

The rent we owe, a debt untold,

Not measured in gold, but hearts of old.

A kindness shown, a gentle hand,

A helping word, across the land.

 

For in this dance, of joy and strife,

We find our worth, ignite our life.

Empathy's flame, a guiding light,

Illuminating darkest night.

 

To mend a tear, a whispered prayer,

To ease a burden, banish care.

These acts of grace, this selfless art,

The rent we pay, within the heart.

 

For in the giving, we receive,

A boundless joy, a truth we weave.

A tapestry of love and grace,

This earthly home, a sacred space.

 

So lend a hand, a listening ear,

The rent is paid, year after year.

For service true, a noble quest,

This earthly room, a love possessed.