"Grace will wrap herself around us when we're standing on our magnificent stairway holding hands with our brothers and sisters with tears of joy rolling down our cheeks knowing that we did rise up as Divine Humans capable of lifting ourselves, a Planet and a species, and that we did live up to our promise to live as One, intact and inside the "shift of the ages!"........M. Moss"Hope this finds You in Good Health & Spirits, Anahatu Love
I love you, we are ONE, hugs&kisses, Elke :-) The New Geometries: The Icosa-Dodecahedron http://www.starchildascension.org/starchild/bluestarnotes.html
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at the center of the dream
is circling ocean
in the center of the ocean
is turtle island
at the center of the island
is vision mountain
in the center of the mountain
is healing crystal
at the center of the crystal
is sacred light
in the center of the light
i sit dreaming
I have a dream:
i dream i am a tree
my roots spread out
beside a place of water
in sunlight
my branches turn to fire
my leaves are prayers of smoke
my heart beats like a drum
inside a stone of power
I have a dream:
my dream is at the center
of great silence
here at the center
i sit dreaming
from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg
Compassion is the root and common thread. Compassion abides in the soul, as soul’s most natural offspring. It works through the heart and enters the world without doctrine or dogma. Compassion suffers for otherness, from that which one did not do. And compassion rejoices with the joy of that which is shared by all.
The differences of religions arise when compassion is broken apart, like a mirror dashed in a fit of anger. But the way of compassion is wholeness. And the cause of compassion is unity.
We need not abandon the differences, for they smell of human journeys and the gardens of many imaginations. But we must always remember compassion and the invitation to the banquet of reunion. For the “religious” purpose of compassion is to gather the shards of darkened glass and render them harmless.
Some might call this a miracle, other enlightenment. I am a humble person and I call it only Eden, the place of the Tree of Life.
The expression
of the beautiful genius
opens like a wordless
rose
and clothes us
in the fumes
of paradise.
Somehow
when we are
listening to the wings
of crows and the
tender melodies
of elfin butterflies
we feel embraced
by the breath
of angels.
Beating
so softly, so
delicate-sweet that
velvet on a virgin’s
skin
might touch us
with an offering.
Though
we are there, out
in that other place
the familiar cup
of a summer’s rose
rises
from this ground
to kiss us
with the miracle
of its pouring passions.
And
we are downed
supine
into the common
haunting symbolum
of earth’s
dense mystery.
Though
not a single
word has swollen
to the lips
like a cherry
freshly swollen,
but the heavy
buzzing
of a working bee
lost
in the ecstasies
of pollen.
And
we are spellbound
and complete.
Like fruit.
Like garden.
That is the great mountain.
A breath of beauty
in a tower
of living stone.
The top of the mountain
like the head of Adam Kadmon
is crowned
with a glacier of
blue-white ice, is
black
with velvet of night and
star scatterings
from a hand of majesty
is gold-fire, red gold
in the cosmic blessing
of each morning sun.
In Spanish
this is called
Beso del Sol
kiss of the sun.
And in Ireland is
a dancing girl who
calls love a
cosmic hug.
The philosophers
like to speak of
a leap of faith.
I am happy to say
Tahoma
the way that
others breathe
the holy word OM.
In Israel there is
a singing woman
who walks
in the garden of Lao Tzu
who weaves in her song
a union of souls.
This is what I would call
healing, and others;
who are beautiful as
angels of the Earth;
refer to as peace.
*Tahoma, the Native name for Mt. Rainier;
The Mt. Fuji of the Pacific Northwest
"Remember that you have chosen to take part in this rebirth, both on a planetary and a personal level - the planetary dream, the miracle on Earth, is what brought you here! You are becoming the living model of the new reality. As an emissary of the great change, you are a transformer of the collective myth. Riding the crest of the wave, you are traveling both outward and inward on your journey home - for yourself and for all those who will follow after you."
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The New Geometries: The Icosa-Dodecahedron
http://www.starchildascension.org/starchild/bluestarnotes.html
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MEDICINE DREAM
I have a dream:
at the center of the dream
is circling ocean
in the center of the ocean
is turtle island
at the center of the island
is vision mountain
in the center of the mountain
is healing crystal
at the center of the crystal
is sacred light
in the center of the light
i sit dreaming
I have a dream:
i dream i am a tree
my roots spread out
beside a place of water
in sunlight
my branches turn to fire
my leaves are prayers of smoke
my heart beats like a drum
inside a stone of power
I have a dream:
my dream is at the center
of great silence
here at the center
i sit dreaming
from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg
Compassion is the root and common thread. Compassion abides in the soul, as soul’s most natural offspring. It works through the heart and enters the world without doctrine or dogma. Compassion suffers for otherness, from that which one did not do. And compassion rejoices with the joy of that which is shared by all.
The differences of religions arise when compassion is broken apart, like a mirror dashed in a fit of anger. But the way of compassion is wholeness. And the cause of compassion is unity.
We need not abandon the differences, for they smell of human journeys and the gardens of many imaginations. But we must always remember compassion and the invitation to the banquet of reunion. For the “religious” purpose of compassion is to gather the shards of darkened glass and render them harmless.
Some might call this a miracle, other enlightenment. I am a humble person and I call it only Eden, the place of the Tree of Life.
David Sparenberg
22 July 2009
The expression
of the beautiful genius
opens like a wordless
rose
and clothes us
in the fumes
of paradise.
Somehow
when we are
listening to the wings
of crows and the
tender melodies
of elfin butterflies
we feel embraced
by the breath
of angels.
Beating
so softly, so
delicate-sweet that
velvet on a virgin’s
skin
might touch us
with an offering.
Though
we are there, out
in that other place
the familiar cup
of a summer’s rose
rises
from this ground
to kiss us
with the miracle
of its pouring passions.
And
we are downed
supine
into the common
haunting symbolum
of earth’s
dense mystery.
Though
not a single
word has swollen
to the lips
like a cherry
freshly swollen,
but the heavy
buzzing
of a working bee
lost
in the ecstasies
of pollen.
And
we are spellbound
and complete.
Like fruit.
Like garden.
David Sparenberg
Thanks you for having me for a Friend Jeff Luedtke
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That is the great mountain.
A breath of beauty
in a tower
of living stone.
The top of the mountain
like the head of Adam Kadmon
is crowned
with a glacier of
blue-white ice, is
black
with velvet of night and
star scatterings
from a hand of majesty
is gold-fire, red gold
in the cosmic blessing
of each morning sun.
In Spanish
this is called
Beso del Sol
kiss of the sun.
And in Ireland is
a dancing girl who
calls love a
cosmic hug.
The philosophers
like to speak of
a leap of faith.
I am happy to say
Tahoma
the way that
others breathe
the holy word OM.
In Israel there is
a singing woman
who walks
in the garden of Lao Tzu
who weaves in her song
a union of souls.
This is what I would call
healing, and others;
who are beautiful as
angels of the Earth;
refer to as peace.
*Tahoma, the Native name for Mt. Rainier;
The Mt. Fuji of the Pacific Northwest
David Sparenberg
Summer Solstice
21 June 2009
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