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Members of ipeace to grow to billions

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I just want to pay a little tribute to the initiator of The time is not far away when the the number of ipeace members will grow to billions as peace is the demand of every creatures…Continue

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A US Mother's Message Of Peace To Bajaur Mother

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Dear Fatima KhurshidI am an American citizen, but first and foremost I am a human being, a friend, a wife, and a mother.As a mother of a son who will soon turn 18, I say to other mothers, and to…Continue

The End of the Mayan Calendar-Beginning of the New Era: Celebration of All Cultures

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The End of the Mayan Calendar – Beginning of the New Era:A Celebration of All CulturesWe'd like to let everybody know that preparations have begun towards a Celebration of the End of the Mayan…Continue

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Comment by ABED MALHAS on May 20, 2011 at 10:27pm

Nobel Prize 4 Children;

The addition of children to Nobel; It will take a moment of your time but will impact for a lifetime; please send Emails to;; to include NOBEL PRIZE 4 CHILDREN; Imagine the great positive effect- to all World children-student-university-education- culture-innovation-education outlet-industry-media-etc.  & all humanity; let us all join to bring this beautiful concept to reality;  CASA ( 9680  Member / 155 Country & growing ); Imagine a million child  from UR country or globally; 2 send  emails in one day ( they will be at Guinness World records; Please in any event U do try 2 have an internet corner 4 people 2 debate & send   emails 2 Nobel committee supporting the idea of - NOBEL PRIZE 4 CHILDREN;

Comment by ABED MALHAS on May 20, 2011 at 10:27pm


dear friend my lady   I am honored 2 ,TK U 4 UR positive energy ,support , LOVE 2 ART , children ,humanity & CREATION ,


let US Enhance, Tolerance, Cooperation, Understanding, Acceptance, World Peace ,Confidence ,,Recognition ,Human Rights ,Cultural Enrichment ,Positive Globalization - Love & Help the less fortunate - Love & Protect the Environment;

METHOD CASA is initiating six GLOBAL NEW concepts;

- ART OLYMPIC ( equivalent 2 Sport Olympic )



- CASA ( care and share art ) GLOBAL TOURING EXH.



please inform the leaders of  UR country  , children; students; schools; academics; artists; museum; gallery; art outlets; sponsors; decision maker; celebrity; media; industry; etc.

it will benefit U , them , UR  country & the World
Comment by David Sparenberg on August 25, 2009 at 6:07pm

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
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:
We are strangers
On a dying planet
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 6, 2009 at 6:32pm
On my side of the planet, morning of August 6, Hiroshima Day, the date on which the black rain of overshadowing omnicide first feel upon the Earth…


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

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 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
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
Are the peacemakers, the
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


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

Star fallen
On Hiroshima and the end
Star of Bethlehem!


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

Hush, be gentle, gentle I beg you

Christmas Eve, 24 December 2007

from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg
Comment by David Sparenberg on July 28, 2009 at 7:46pm


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,
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 Loving TreeOfLife on July 11, 2009 at 5:03pm
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Comment by Loving TreeOfLife on July 4, 2009 at 3:36pm
Comment by David Sparenberg on July 4, 2009 at 5:47am

A person living a dream
is not waging a nightmare.

A person playing music
is not committing murder.
A person writing a poem
is not killing anyone.
A person reading a book
is not discharging a weapon.
A person painting a picture
is not spilling blood.

Somebody sculpting stone
is not polluting the earth
with another premature corpse.
To plant a garden
is not to practice rape.
To pray at dawn
is not a crime against creation.

Turn aside and look into your soul.

Not into the darkness
you have inherited from history,
but into the light coming your way
from the love of God. To humbly bow down
in the posture of mystical weeping
is to vanquish the phantoms of hatred and fear.
Everything involves a holiness in the heart;
everyone is involved in making choices.
What a difference

between the pornographers of aggression
and the artists of compassion!

Go to the place
where life embraces otherness;
enter the dialogue of becoming human.
Have you even considered
how healing the wounds of a stranger
creates laughter in children
and orchards in angels?

A person reading these words
feels like a summer cloud
floating without effort on the mirror of a river.
Tell the truth now:
Isn’t that good?

A person
deep into the ecology of blessing
remembers the taste of wild honey
while protesting the politics of war.
Tell the truth
now: Isn’t it better to create
than to destroy?

When the DreamMaker first
introduced the DNA of dreaming
it was called Eden.
Naming took place
in the ecstasy of love.

Now tell the truth:
Isn’t peace the most
precious art?
What is more defining
than the compassion of our vulnerability?
PeaceMaker – tell me:
What is your name?

David Sparenberg
10 March 2009
Comment by David Sparenberg on June 25, 2009 at 5:51am

You are the Enemy. We have hated, killed and died: our bodies muscled into postures of aggression, our minds imprisoned in incessant terror. We have engaged in slaughter across flaming deserts, in frozen wastelands; mutual destroyers, in burned out cities of smoldering rubble, in lifetimes of bloodshed, in eons of ashes.

Today I throw away my weapons. The systems are being dismantled; the machinery of madness is wrenched asunder. Are you hungry, my enemy? Here is food, my friend. Do you need shelter? Let us build together. How are you parents, your white haired elders? I can give medicine. What of your children, do they need education? We can teach stories; paint rainbow bridges of alternative directions; hand them a future free from the fears of our past, free from false answers.

Let us share this hour: speak quietly to one another, give the gift of unveiled glances; listen to heartbeats, raindrops of wonderment, mortal respiration. After so much terror, communion, communion like this; like softness of a kiss, like bread freshly baked and the simplicity of water; is refreshing, liberating our tortured, maimed and bloodied souls.

Most important of all—my enemy, my new friend—here is my hand, both hands, clean of propaganda, empty of deception, warmly open. More important than that—this is my face, my face without mask, my eyes to look into. I want… my Enemy, my Friend… I need to trust you, for you now, before it is too late, before it is later than the darkness, also, as well and equally, to trust me—to meet me on common ground. Outside of the cancer wards of power and back rooms of genocide and the cold crimes of hatred.

Let us now—now, which is always where we are—let us stop gnawing on the bitter roots of envy and vengeance. Let us stop feeding our innards on the poison fruits of the tree of Cain. But rather, let us answer for one another and say, “I give in peace and receive in peace. And war no more.”

David Sparenberg

*“Answers” was first written around 1984. It was published in TRANSNATIONAL PERSPECTIVES, Geneva, Switzerland, subsequently in THE NEW TIMES, Seattle. It was revised and reformatted on December 2, 2008.

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