‘We need to go places and touch things’: the people turning away from smartphones

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/article/2024/jun/12/young-people-turning-away-from-phones-social-media-addiction?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

The mystical poet who can help you lead a better life

http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20170109-the-mystical-poet-who-can-help-you-lead-a-better-life

Shams-ud-din Muhammad Hafiz (c. 1320-1389) is one of the most beloved poets of the Persians, and is considered by many – from different cultures – to be one of the seven literary wonders of the world. Ralph Waldo Emerson and Johann Wolfgang von Goethe both agreed. As Emerson said of Hafiz: “He fears nothing. He sees too far, he sees throughout; such is the only man I wish to see or be.” And Emerson gave Hafiz that grand and famous compliment, “Hafiz is a poet for poets.”

Hafiz has no peer – Goethe

Both Goethe and Emerson translated Hafiz. And after Geothe’s deep study of him, simply – though remarkably – stated, “Hafiz has no peer.”

Hafiz poems were also admired by such diverse notables as Nietzsche and Arthur Conan Doyle, whose wonderful character Sherlock Holmes quotes Hafiz. Garcia Lorca praised the Sufi poet. Johannes Brahms was so touched by his verse he used several in his compositions. And even Queen Victoria was said to have consulted Hafiz in times of need – which has been a custom in the Middle East for centuries.  The Fal-e Hafiz, is an ancient tradition in which a reader asks Hafiz for advice when facing a difficulty or at an important juncture in their life – treating his books as an oracle and opening them with a deep wish from their soul for guidance.

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Is there sacredness in this world now?

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We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell into cold dark earth in lands forlorn

As our weapons grow, our hearts are hard
The people live in Gaza behind bars
The water all polluted as taps drip
Is this war or is it vengeance fit?

In Britain, it’s the poor who lose the war
As it was when Jesus Mary bore
Yet here are clerics blessing marching bands
A military show for all the land

The genocide in Europe of the Jews
The self destructive actions of the proud
The fields of France filled sick with blood and bone
Who are we to cast judgemental stones?

The War’s not over when the fighting stops
The soldiers and the tortured suffer shock
The widows and the parents all bereaved.
The unborn children hover in unease

We let the prisoners out from camps of death
But who would take them in or take their path?
The injuries will travel down the years
As still we fight and still we live in fear

It’s Europe’s grasp and greed which was the cause
Of death in Gaza, Syria, in long wars
Yet we judge we are more civilised
When we self defend with bitter lies

Starvation nation

Are you worried that you’ll suffer starvation?

Are you one of the poor of our nation?

There is pi in the sky

God only knows why

Mathematics is no good for emotion.

At the end of the month we were short

Our money had got very taut

Instead of a roast

We tried baked frogs on toast

Now we’re both feeling stunned and  remote

I can’t say I love a red pepper

And my husband prefers unsmoked kippers

But we all have to eat

Try cows heels or their feet

And just keep your lip a bit stiffer.

I am glad I can pay income tax

When I have paid it I love to relax.

So I must go out to work

I’m an MP, see me smirk

I won’t up your tax that’s a fact

The jobless get kicked

We  do know what we ought to do 

The words of the prophets are true 

But we cannot comply 

So others will die 

Like the old lady w they shot in  a shoe

What is the purpose of poverty 

It’s not universal like gravity 

Is it to make as afraid 

So we work and don’t play? 

Every adage has got some veracity

Shoplifting is hard to resist 

A few dozen eggs won’t be missed 

A bottle of brandy 

Wil come in  very handy

Steal it for it’s not on request!

The times are a changing Bob Dylan 

The women are no longer so willing 

Chastity’s in

As our libidos dim

The jobless get kicked for just  living