Artists United for Peace

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Comment by Elisabetta Errani Emaldi on October 7, 2009 at 11:38pm

This is a very interesting video!!!!
If you love yourself and the world you listen to it.

Comment by andrea ceccomori on September 15, 2009 at 11:52pm

a very important group for the peace in the world trough the art!!

Comment by Robert Strzalko on September 9, 2009 at 11:26am

THIRD WORLD WOMAN



War


Poverty


Famine


Disease


Pollution


Deforestation


Overpopulation



Children sick with hunger
Famished
They lay in waste
Distended bellies
Lifeless eyes

Millions live this life
Every day
If you can call it that
It's more of a living death
That comes too slow
To a world that doesn't care
It's too preoccupied
Too easily offended

A child died today
Others will die tomorrow
Even the dirty water
In the village
Is drying up from draught

This is the world we live in
A world
Where politicians meet
And talk at international summits
As they dine and sleep
In luxurious comfort
The ice is melting
The seasons are changing
Animals
Insects
Fish and plants
Are disappearing
Becoming extinct

Sometimes
It seems as though
The world is dying
A long slow death
From centuries of war
And conquest of whatever
Seemed important at the moment

When they are through talking
And have solved nothing
More people will die
More ice will melt
More animals
Will become extinct

Where do we go from here?
When there is no clean air
Left to breathe
When there is no clean water
Left to drink
When there are no riches
Left to exploit
Will we hear their cries then?

Comment by David Sparenberg on September 5, 2009 at 9:30am

BACH

What if
we set ourselves to move with Bach
like organ-clock or
flourished in the artful ragas of India
There is a style of complexity
that is as smooth as silken tapestry
And human sounds might
teach to angels a
music grace that
counters hate And we
to be that motion that
recreates the genius-complexity of wind and
ocean hallowed lifting
flesh to dance
our souls to harmony

Therein would end would surely end
anguish and the agony
suffering and the tyranny of war
No violence would from soundings such as this
be wrought No
further consequences sought -What
if
at close of day toward sojourn’s end
one sat to write within a
dairy’s treasured foliage on
yellowed-scarlet leaves of time
these words alone:
My life is as concerto – allegro allegretto
to adagio Or rag Or jazz
like Kara Johnstad’s Berlin Wall
as “Summer Knows”* and
I am morning’s violin
piano’s slow and wending curves
or evening sitar One
twilight that invites the light one
twilight ‘fore the blush of night one
sounding of love’s sacred heart One
organ-clock
…like JS Bach

David Sparenberg
4 September 2009

*”Summer Know” a recent recording by Jazz singer/songwriter Kara
Johnstad, who lives in Berlin and whose “Wall” is a wave of sound, not
cement, steel and wire to divide but vocals to carry the placard-songs
of a global invitation.

Comment by David Sparenberg on August 25, 2009 at 6:00pm

NEW HORIZON

There is no time
For intellectual speculation;
There is no time for argument.
Does it have to be spelled out;
Does it even
Need to be spoken?
We both know what this is about.
The old ways—
Barriers of normalcy
The calculations
Limitations
The social boxes
Political baggage.
This is now!
The age of thresholds
Not of locks.
Do not continue
Contriving complications
Feigning deafness
As an exit.
The problem is here
Before our faces
Looking at us
In our ears.
As simple as this:
Either
We are strangers
On a dying planet
Enemies
In endless war
Or friends.
What do you say?
What is it going to be?
Do we have the courage
Humbly to become
The change we long for?
Or tell me this
—even if your heart is broken—
Is there a new horizon?
Is there another way?

David Sparenberg
22 August 2009

Comment by David Sparenberg on August 22, 2009 at 8:37pm

LETTER TO A YOUNG ARTIST IN CANADA

Here is only a partial reply to your question. While I have studied the world's religions, those of the present and several of the past, I now take little interest in t metaphysical or theological arguments. What has become important to me is the wakefulness and vitality of the soul, of soul-to-soul communication, people finding their way to the pathos of the divine, individually and together, and our participation in the creative healing of the Earth, history and the human condition. Within this open invitation to take part in the voice of the hour, what President Obama calls "the fierce urgency of now," there are but three central tenets I adhere to: respect for life and the acknowledgement of vulnerability, which moves the heart to humility, courage and compassion; the recognition that there is an interconnecting intimacy of pathos that extends from the divine source throughout all of creation and which we are responsible to respond to, and that within the dynamic of the dialogue of response awaits the possibility of the prophetic promise of a steadily emerging and evolutionary globalization of peace, justice and lovingkindness, borne from creativity, respect and a sanctifying embrace of otherness. The furtherance of this communion of hallowing requires what James Endredy calls “counter practice” and I have no doubt that the creation of democratizing counter practices is revolutionary. However, it is gentle and quiet revolution, which demands no bloodshed for accomplishment, but requests in the depth of living articulation a bonding commitment to the future mutuality and biotic integrity of planetary life.

COMPASSION

The pure and sweet souled
man
Mahatma Gandhi
commonly said,
"I am a Hindu and a Moslem,
a Christian and a Buddhist.”
In his ashram
at daily prayers,
Gandhi prayed
to include all faiths.
We too would benefit
greatly
from his lesson
in tolerance and participation.
Truly
the essence of
all religion is compassion.

Can we say:
I am a human being,
living here, in this time, in this
space, a citizen of the world;
an integral and engaged member
of this One
Earth Global Village.
I am a Hindu and a Moslem,
a Christian and a Buddhist,
a Pagan and a Jew.

I am one
with all compassion,
with all genuine love,
with authentic integrity,
for freedom for justice,
for peace and for honesty,
affirming dignity
protecting diversity
in nature and of cultures.

Wherever there is humility
and an open heart,
I am, in my soul.
Wherever there is kindness
and an open hand,
I am with these
unconditional hands
of flesh and life-giving energy.

I am food
and I am water.
I am air
and I am light.
I am many
and I am only one.
One
is the phenomenal power
of cosmic unity.
.
Where a voice is necessary,
I shall be
a steadfast word.
Where an ear is called for,
I shall be the foremost
listener
of heartfelt concern.
Where eyes are required,
I shall bear witness
with uncompromising vision.

There is no purpose
here, in this life,
greater than devotion and praise.
There is no path
for the mortal sojourn
more worthy
than the way
of expressed compassion.

Truly,
I am a child
in the family of living spirit
and in the unboundaried
congregation
of universal souls.

Like the genuine
Mahatma,
I would open my hands
and my little self,
releasing the canker
worm of violence
and welcoming the butterfly
of peace.

Here, between my tears
and the smile
of awakened serenity,
I offer my prayer:

Generation, you,
let me stand
among us all, on this wounded
mother earth, with
naked feet,
in humility and courage,
to be who I am,
when I have understood
and transcended
the misconceptions
deceptions
and the betrayal
of who I was.

The poem Compassion is from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg http://www.lulu.com/content/1096722.

Comment by David Sparenberg on August 6, 2009 at 6:22pm

On my side of the planet, morning of August 6, Hiroshima Day, the date on which the black rain of overshadowing omnicide first fell upon the Earth…

LISTEN

You’re not listening
Sky is falling
You’re not listening
Sea is rising
In tempest-rage

You are not listening, no
And the angel of death
Comes on
Like rolling thunder
Earth is eaten away – this place
Now

This is a terrible moment
In the valley of tears
In a time of tribulation
Terrible, it is terrible I say
Truly terrible
When truth is at risk
And the heart and lungs
On all sides
There is betrayal
And everywhere, everywhere
In the eyes and mouths - poisons
Now, not before
Not after – Look – be sensitive

The ecstatic flame of angel
With the eyes of crucifixion
The one crucified
This

This is when the senses
(And the soul
Housed, ecosophic, inside the body)
Need to be alert
When choices are monumental
When life, all of life, life is in the balance

Answer this:

Do you need to
Hear the sirens screaming?
Do you need to
Witness the perfect storm?
To feel black rain, as in
August ’45? Does

Creation need to split apart for you and
Death weld together for faith
Dead Earth, dust
And deadly sky?

Where are you, where really
When I turn to look around
When I search to hear your footsteps
Feel you breathing
Do you dare to know
We-you and I-we are still alive?
There is difference
Life is on one hand, death on the other
Different
To live and die
Than to live for death, to
Be death’s ambassador,
The pallbearer, the anguished who
Tore the puzzle apart, flung it, pieces
Into furnace—end stop, endgame, ominous
Into oblivion

Answer to that – know it
Know (no), know
Your answer will be binding
Wait, wait, wait then… wait I beg you

For here there is love
There is
God in the shape of prayer still
And that is Kingdom
Blessed
Are the peacemakers, the
Earth-walkers
The brave who

Turn aside to feel the heartthrob, heartache of the world, to

Hear a teardrop fall
In velvet morning, an
Angel sigh despair, a newborn
Cry in the blood pool of life
To share, to taste, to give, to take
Our common bread
Our days

Body
Holy
Flame
Cross

He walks upon the water
In a wounded whisper
Word
From mouth to ear
Far off and near
The sound
Of spreading morning

Star fallen
On Hiroshima and the end
Star of Bethlehem!

Listen…

It is not prosperity
That the midnight bells are swelling
But Christ Mass and the dove
The dove
The dove of now

Peace – the cleansing rain

Listen…
Hush, be gentle, gentle I beg you
Listen…

Christmas Eve, 24 December 2007

from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 28, 2009 at 7:43pm

AN EXORCISM

This is an exorcism.
And it is said
for the angry and anguished dead
who are not departed.

This is an exorcism.
And it is said
over the barracks and ashen plots
of Auschwitz.

This is an exorcism.
And it is said
over the powdered bones
and the melted organs
of Hiroshima.

This is an exorcism.
And it is said
behind the choking voice
of common dignity
and before
the smoking battlefronts
of the inhuman heart.

These are words to release
ghettos of ghosts
from the silence
of endless torments. From
life’s madness.

These are words
to release
and to protect us
from the silence
of crimes committed
in the names of our sons
and our fathers.

This is an exorcism.
It must be said
every place
a hand has clutched
and every place
a tooth has bitten.

To be repeated, year after year,
between
the holy graveyards of heaven
and the killing fields on earth.

This is an exorcism.
And it is said for them
and for us.
For those who have fallen
under the heavy scythe of war.
And for those who await
the season of slaughter

from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 23, 2009 at 7:13pm

GATHERING OF SHARDS

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

Comment by mariola on July 19, 2009 at 3:23pm

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