Posts Tagged ‘life’s purpose’

“Against”

“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.” 

 – Martin Luther King, Jr.

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Against –

  1. in opposition to, opposed to, in opposition to, hostile to, averse to, antagonistic toward, inimical to, unsympathetic to, resistant to, at odds with, in disagreement with, dead set against;

OR

  1. in physical contact with (something), typically so as to be supported by or collide with it, , in contact with, up against, adjacent to

 

This world has always embraced “against” as opposition. Only option #1 exists.

 

From the beginning of time someone is “against” someone else:

invasions

battles

conquests

uprisings

revolts

rebellions

crusades…

wars.

 

Periods of lulls intermingled with these oppositions usually after the discovery of some huge new landmass. Large groups escaped (or were forced) to the new lands. However, what happened to the natives as the “important” peoples implanted themselves?

 

invasions

battles

conquests

uprisings

revolts

rebellions

crusades…

wars.

 

When will the world realize there is another…

a #2?

When will the world welcome the physical contact with everyone?

When will the world embrace the ability to be supported by others, or touching?

 

We do not have to always battle.

We do not have to cave to “Us vs. Them”

 

I will continue to love and support and touch and stay in contact with the world, everyone, individuals.

 

I will not battle. I will only love.

 

“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.” 

 – Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

Wendy Giglio Fiore – June 15, 2016

Split

An entire year. Not one blog post ~

Apparently my blog and I have split.

What a year of distractions (work, Facebook, work, tasks, work, TV, work)

And I allowed them to control me, I have to admit.

 

I actually avoided even opening my blog.

My heart, which reading through my past posts,

Always had so much to say,

But now it has somehow fallen silent ~ a quiet ghost.

 

Is my heart no longer moved?

Is it a numb, unfeeling imbecile?

Certainly the murderous rage from the anesthetized continues.

Have I become apathetic, the attacks that are now so predictable?

 

Perhaps it’s a little bit of guilt

For a life overflowing with blessings,

A year filled with love, family health, and happiness.

To write of it a blow ~ a slap in the face to a world marred by weapons.

 

Whatever the cause,

Whatever the major inducement,

I must no longer allow my heart and mind to be muted.

A resolution made for my own well-being and improvement.

 

Happy New Year ~ 2016

Wendy Giglio Fiore – January 3, 2016

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mercy & Christmas

mercy

The innocence of the season

Once again gets blotted out

with the constant barrage of murder,

en masse and one by one.

Religion again religion

Race against race,

Group against group

All in name of something or someone.

All claiming a cause,

Nothing moving forward —

Each slaying a step backwards

Carried out without pause.

Where is the sanity and reason?

How can acting like savage animals

Ever help us rise above any evil?

America is left with open lesions.

“When we remember that we are all mad,

the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.”

Mark Twain, 1898

100 years ago just as much madness —

Brutal, heartless lunacy?

Has it changed at all,

Or only grown stronger in its practice?

This is more than folly and absurdity,

A difference of opinions.

It’s savage and barbaric,

Pure unrestrained anarchy.

We are all but global citizens

Upon this sphere for our short time.

Is this how we want to make our mark?

Burning, destroying every living thing?

“Christmas is not a time nor a season,

but a state of mind.

To cherish peace and goodwill,

To be plenteous in mercy,

Is to have the real spirit of Christmas.”

Calvin Coolidge

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W. Fiore 2014

Heartbeat

The rhythm of my heart beats only for you.
Until you came I had never known love.
Until you arrived I had never felt the desire —
Never even knew the hole existed.
The rhythm measured only time
Kept pace
A steady, meaningless cadence.

How women have ached for such completion,
Manic about fulfilling the desire.
Yearning
Craving
Longing
for the flesh of their insides to make them whole.

I never had that hunger
Self-sufficient to a fault.
Keep a distance, build the walls
Need no one.
Don’t be like the weaker sex.
How weak they became
The blubbering fools over the plea to feel
Satisfied
Contented
Fulfilled
Happiness hanging in the balance of such a tiny human being.

But, oh, who had the shallow life?
Who lived only on the periphery,
A marginal, insignificant existence?

What did they think of my ignorance?

You are the beat of my heart ~
The best of my life.
You are the breath of my lungs ~
The breadth of my life.
You are the depth of my soul ~
The wisdom of my life.

You are the pulse of my life…the purpose…
In its entirety.
Flesh of my flesh —
Our flesh —
Brought to life
To bring life to me.

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Wendy Fiore – 2011