THE WISDOM OF THE HEART

A MAGICIAN WHO WANTS US WELL:

Some call you “magic,” others “The Magician.”
But it’s true that you live up to your name.
Everyone expects a lot from you
and all believe in you.

They imagine you with a magic wand
and brandishing it,
All pain disappears.
making way for the magic of happiness.

Yes, it's true, you are a real magician.
You make a lot of people happy around you.

You are kind and welcoming.
You are charming and smiling.

The wretched, the anxious, the jolly lads,
They all need you.

You know how to be charming too.
All the women have eyes only for you.
You attract them like a bee
because you are so attentive to them.

When one has sorrow and pain
It is to you that we run.

What is surprising,
It's just that you're always there,
Faithful to the post.

Messages are piling up in your inbox
because everyone is waiting for the miracle cure.
You answer to everyone
because you have that paternal fiber.

An attentive ear for everyone
You are everyone's companion.

You love to give it your all in everything you do.
because you like this work even though it is voluntary
because the happiness of others
That's all you're interested in.

Sometimes we need to consult.
oracles, cards, or other media
It's always to you that we turn.

And you, who never know how to say no
You do it with joy.
Sometimes a smile appears on your face
when you hear yourself being called out:

Magic, please,
What is my present made of?
Will I be happy or sad?
Will I find the man of my life?
Will I always be alone?
Is there still bad luck around me?

And you, having no other choice
and as a good psychic,
You consult the cards, ask questions to the Oracles:

Oracle, reveal your secrets to me so that I can make people smile.
I wouldn't like to bring them any bad news, only good news.
People are so unhappy and it makes me so sad.
I would like to see them smile and be happy.

And the Oracle, as a Sage, answers you:

Magician, I'd really like to help you.
I see that you are pained by so much suffering.
You would want everyone to be happy
And I understand you.

Stay as you are
and try,
as far as possible
to help.

In return, I give you this priceless gift.
A precious gift for a worried heart.
Eager to see people happy.

Here is my recipe for happiness, so use it well:

For you, Magician of my heart, I, the Oracle, give it to you.

…

An attentive ear is all they desire.
A term of endearment for the unfortunate.
A generous heart to make everyone happy.

And for you, you already know.
I can see the sparkle in your eyes
your face lighting up
and your heart that calms down

Here it is, I'm giving it to you.

Take it, it's yours.
You deserved it.

Take it, this magical thread
Wherever you are,
This magical thread will always accompany you.
Do you know why?
because no one knows it better than you do.

Magician, everyone's ray of sunshine.
The magic thread is your only link.
This is the gift I am giving you
Take good care of it.

Now, Magician, continue on your way
and continues to do nothing but good.
That is your destiny.

We will meet again one day
Be certain
and I will give you other pieces of wisdom
If you don’t mind.

THE BEGGAR OF LOVE:

A roof over our heads and food on the table.
We don't know scarcity.
In our cozy bed, we sleep
while outside
A chilly breeze is blowing.

In the morning, we wake up.
The water we waste
without realizing it.

From the kitchen, a fragrance comes
of hot breads and croissants
that tickle the nostrils

The plate is well filled.
But it's impossible to eat everything.
We bit off more than we could chew.

Let's throw everything in the trash
Or we give it to the dog.
Why bother
We have so many of them.

Do we realize it?
How many people
This wasted food could feed?

Alas, no... and yet
how many starving wretches are waiting
that they are given food.

Somewhere, someone is suffering.
He is a poor, wretched man.
He is very hungry.

Its roof is the celestial vault.
His food is the trash cans.
He has no money, and even less work.
He lives on begging.

My poor beggar
Let your heart speak.
Tell me your story
for the whole world to know
the life you lead

Many of us who are on the street,
Let's try to survive
But we can't do it.
and we have no choice,
except begging.

Among us, women in rags
with babies in their arms
appealing to generosity
some passersby.

Further on, an old man,
fitted with crutches,
he too tries to make a few bucks.

Seated on the same ground, a frail silhouette
He asks for a few coins.
Some continue on their way without stopping,
others, out of charity,
drops a coin into his cup
A cup she clutches jealously in her hands
Like her most precious possession.

We find out when she speaks
that this being who is but the shadow of herself
and who seems to be part of the scenery,
has not always haunted
the dark and deserted streets of the neighborhood

Here is his story:

I was married and happy.
My husband and I had worked hard to feed our children
and give them an education.
Upon my husband's death,
My children didn't want me
and I was thrown onto the street
Like a beaten dog.

I tried to look for a job
But living on the street is not easy.
People are suspicious
and are not willing to help me easily.

I didn't know what to do anymore
Nowhere to go.
I had nothing else left
than to beg.

……

Begging, such a sad word
when one thinks of waste
what we do.

If our trash cans could talk
They would have so much to tell.

Beggars are generally
people who have difficulties
to keep up with the pace of change
of our company.

They suffer mainly from exclusion.

They would like to be recognized
as a full-fledged individual.
They are seeking their lost dignity.
A dignity worth all the gold in the world
in their eyes.

But begging also exists
because we encourage it.
It is easier to give money
to have a clear conscience
rather than helping them get through it.

Poverty is the cause of this begging.

Alas! How the heart suffers
in the face of so much injustice.
To see children in the street
who beg to survive.

A child ends up on the street.
It's not his fault.
He needs family support,
love and understanding
But how to do it
when he is left to his own devices?

The "homeless" call it
The descent into hell.
They think that way because they are hurt.
in their body and their heart.
They realize that society doesn't care about them.
They feel it deep within themselves
that they be looked at and considered as
scum of society

Oh! My poor beggar of love
Don't despair.
Try to hold on to it.

I know it's not easy
I know you want to make it.
Trust me.

I understand your discouragement.
I feel your pain
Somewhere, someone is watching over you.

Wipe your tears.
We will find a way to get you out of this hell.
Human warmth exists.
Don't despair
You will find the end of the tunnel.