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"The secret, darling, is to love everyone you meet.
From the moment you meet them.
Give everyone the benefit of the doubt.
Start from a position where they are lovely, and you will love them.
Most people will respond to that and be lovely and love you back and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy, and you can then achieve the most wonderful things.
But get rid of any of the bastards that let you down."
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Here’s a poem about a man who lives a life of goddess helping to feed the poor of heart:
The Weaver of Souls, they called him, old man Elias,
With eyes like the ocean, reflecting the skies.
He lived in a cottage, a haven of grace,
Where laughter and music filled every space.
He wasn’t a priest, nor a scholar so grand,
But a heart overflowing, a helping hand.
He’d gather the hungry, the lost and the lone,
And share his small table, a feast all his own.
With stories and songs, he’d mend broken wings,
And whisper of hope, of the joy that life brings.
He saw in each face, a spark divine,
A soul yearning for love, a touch truly divine.
He wasn’t a god, but he lived like a grace,
Reflecting the goddess in every space.
In kindness and sharing, his spirit would soar,
Leaving the world richer, forevermore.
Note: This poem focuses on the man’s compassionate actions and how they embody a “goddess-like” spirit of nurturing and healing.
If you’d like, tell me a bit more about the kind of goddess you have in mind, and I can try to tailor the poem more specifically.