the process of becoming...

 "remember how it felt on that first day we met. how extravagant the simplicity of life less defined. how awesome the process of becoming! you helped me weave the tapestry of my life. each thread, each careful placement of color you chose defined my me. and if nothing else i say ever matters more, please know just how magnificent; the measure of your time, invested in the making of this oh-so-simple me! indebted, i am to you, forever... so grateful!"

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Sunday, December 1, 2013

channeling Elie Wiesel - to a - friend? Dijiste que era de la familia, al igual que su hermano. Es esta forma de tratar a la familia?

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 ...embracing the passion Elie Wiesel put into his rant on indifference, i wanted to share with you his words and ask that you remain cognizant  to the necessity for authenticity. if you're really not feeling it, please don't say it. emotional scars are sometimes the hardest to heal.


"indifference, after all, is more dangerous than anger and hatred. Anger can at times be creative. One writes a great poem, a great symphony. One does something special for the sake of humanity because one is angry at the injustice that one witnesses. But indifference is never creative. Even hatred at times may elicit a response. You fight it. You denounce it. You disarm it. 
Indifference elicits no response. Indifference is not a response. Indifference is not a beginning; it is an end. And, therefore, indifference is always the friend of the enemy, for it benefits the aggressor -- never his victim, whose pain is magnified when he or she feels forgotten."
(Elie Wiesel: The Perils of Indifference - delivered 12 April 1999, Washington, D.C.)



and of course no post complete without my take... :)
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to the world

ice is forming -
on the windows -
now.
i hear the whistle of the wind -
its song,
so sad!

everywhere -
in cold secluded -
silence.
every-thing - captured
within grey!

no longer do the birds
in joyful chorus-
sing happily their songs.
their words lie frozen -
broken as the surface of the sky.

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