When everyone is trying , quotes, Shams Tabrizi, thoughts on Aleppo

"When everyone is trying to be something, be nothing. 

Range with emptiness. 
Human should be like a pot. 
As the pot is hold by its emptiness inside, 
human is hold by the awareness of his nothingness."

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It is not an automatic happening to be empty, to be still,
to be alive without time. there is all this inside, waiting for answers,
feeling a longing for softness and arms and breath holding me,
imagining Aleppo, busy with it, totally without understanding,
dreaming forward, inventing the self and projecting images, 
background noise and blur, i let the film pass.

only i cannot quite,
i stop in the face of terror.
Aleppo asks me something.
i don't know the answer.
i cannot help Aleppo, 
but is asks me,
the blood of children in the roads asks me,
the empty eyes of children, mothers, killers and hunted,
the fear smelling of sweat and tears, 
hiding and non-hiding who-are-they with the money
to finance wars and who is there to gain,
with what greedy and indifferent and cruel mind, without soul,
without human perspective and without any compassion.

is Aleppo as they make us believe a result of violent religious fanaticism
counter-attacked by governments, a president wanting to stay in power respectively other countries in business deals with him,
a result of political chaos mixing with Turkey, Afghanistan  and world powers in Europe, Russia and overseas, an accident, an incident, a dent, a hole filled with  wailing and blackness, another symbol for idiot heroism, blind patriotism, 
and why try to make business with war, death, suffering?

where are our leaders, these people with their nose up 
and their presence a lie?

is it not enough to know a world filled with hungry children, 
with empty promises of wonderful futures, abuse and exploitation
not called legally slavery anymore? but..where is the difference?
who works all day and night to make our clothes and to whom do we 
give the used ones?

i have no idea how to understand, i try to face it
as i had to face the past of my country here, concentration camps allover and before in
in South Africa, the cold blooded efficiency, the beaurocratization of killing, the slaughterhouses, the animal industry,  the lust for blood in Idi Amin, the British 
making the Boer women and children starve to death, the American Indians and the Australian "aborigines" nearly wiped from the earth, Srebrenica, 
the massacres on the Tutsi, people throwing stones for a killing, whipping and beheading, torture everywhere,  all this and more:,
i see and i don't see. i am ..blind, helpless, nothing.
Where have we been, where are we and who?

Has another deluge any sense?
I don't really think so.
We have to start where we are with each other, step for step.
There is no meaning in horror.
Only horror.