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We are looking for them, live or death. Where are they? Who are they? Gandhi, Buddha, Christ, Amma, your next door neighbor, your brother, or you? Do not hide, show their ideas, their actions, their courage. We need all of you! Come in peace.

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Principles of the Peaceful Worker
by Des

As peace warriors we must firstly empty our cups of knowledge. A mind that is full of knowledge has no room for learning and cannot absorb anything else. The peace warrior is engaged in the moment; the moment is all the time that there is to act within. If all our focus is on the goal, then how can we focus on what we have to do to get there? We are interested in the process of learning and not the goal or the product.

As peaceful warriors we must know our limits before we can find ways to overcome them. We don’t compete with others to gain success in our lives, we forge ourselves by looking in the mirror in order to see clearly what the cause of our own ignorance is. Like the river we must go with the flow – some of us may be going against the flow, but yet are still carried along by it. As warriors of peace our thoughts and actions are simultaneous. We act within the choiceless awareness of the moment, our instincts forged in the fires of our spiritual training.
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COMPASSION
by David Sparenberg

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.
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P.E.A.C.E.
by Porscha Parker

__________________________________________________________________________ Group Administrator: Vicky Fornes

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Comment by Sandra Reis on August 6, 2009 at 6:49pm

Comment by David Sparenberg on August 6, 2009 at 6:31pm: 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…

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 Jackson on August 5, 2009 at 7:50am: Every person has the obligation to be a peaceworker or a worker for violence. Apathy is not a choice.

Comment by Sandra Reis on August 4, 2009 at 4:12pm: Your body houses divine light. Your body is the temple of God. The light exists in everything, in all places, and at all times. The more you become conscious of the divine light in your body, the greater you feel about yourself and the greater you feel about the world you live in.

-from Courage and Contentment
by Gurumayi Chidvilasananda

art by Eva Uviedo

Comment by Clicia Pavan on July 31, 2009 at 2:54pm: A candle for peace --The world remembers, on August 6, the 60 years of nuclear attack that devastated the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki Peace,Peace,Peace Hiroshima never again !!!! these brothers who are seeking peace, union makes a difference
I am Muslim! I am Hindu! And I'm Jewish! I am Christian! "Mahatma Gandhi
"There is no path to peace, peace is the way"
The world today has to learn to live with differences --- Respecting the right of the next
Namaste

Comment by Sandra Reis on July 30, 2009 at 8:38pm

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 28, 2009 at 7:47pm: 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 Sandra Reis on July 28, 2009 at 3:40pm: My Lord, connect my heart-wings

To Your Compassion-Eye-Light;

I shall fly and fly far beyond

The domain of ignorance-night.

Sri Chinmoy

Comment by Clicia Pavan on July 28, 2009 at 3:35pm: Vamos Ipeace ser parte del grupo --- Vamos a ayudar a estos hermanos que buscan la paz, la unión hace la diferencia
Soy musulmán! Estoy hindúes! Y estoy judío! Soy cristiano! "Mahatma Gandhi
"No hay camino hacia la paz, la paz es el camino"
El mundo de hoy tiene que aprender a vivir con diferencias --- Respetar el derecho de la próxima
Namaste
-------------
Ipeace Come be part of group---
Let's help these brothers who are seeking peace, union makes a difference
I am Muslim! I am Hindu! And I'm Jewish! I am Christian! "Mahatma Gandhi
"There is no path to peace, peace is the way"
The world today has to learn to live with differences --- Respecting the right of the next
Namaste

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 23, 2009 at 7:33pm: 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