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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 Luiz Botelho on July 22, 2009 at 5:33am: SUPERB!!! merci!
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Comment by David Sparenberg on July 19, 2009 at 6:30am: DRESSED FOR THE OCCASION

Not everyone comes wearing
a red dress.
Many are content with
white shirts, plaid skirts, blue jeans.
The wounded are wearing
overcoats,
because for them
the world is prematurely cold.
The silly and the cleverest
are dressed as clowns.
And the angels are
naked, between the eyelashes
of our setting sun.

Not everyone comes wearing
the reminder of black,
although pain is everywhere
and loss attends us.
Those who are painted in blood
have wept in the wasting of war.
And those who are
painted with light
are here to heal us.

Friend,
even if I came to you
in the rags of weariness,
the cloak of invisibility or
dust of neglect, the
web of a spider,
would you offer me a drink of water
seeing thirst,
and help to decide
a way, at the crossroads of life?
If I look into your
hands, what will I find:
a golden thread,
the strength of beauty,
a loaf of bread?

David Sparenberg
18 July 2009

Comment by Sandra Reis on July 15, 2009 at 10:38pm: Song of The Flower

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.

I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth;
I was Reared in the lap of Summer and
I Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift;
I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

~Khalil Gibran

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 14, 2009 at 7:51am: NATIVE SENSES

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

Comment by Sandra Reis on July 11, 2009 at 4:41pm: A message to all my dear friends

“Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed” ~Ghandi

Comment by Sandra Reis on July 11, 2009 at 4:32pm: Changing the name of our group

A message from Vijay Chary to all members of Looking for Peace Warriors on iPeace!

Dear Friends,I think the word 'warriors' in our group's name is misleading. None of us approve of war of any kind. The 'Jihadi' extremists call themselves something like that. I think a much more appropriate name would be 'Peace Workers'. Please give me your comments on this matter.Thank you. Peace & Love
Vijay

Comment by dahli R on July 7, 2009 at 11:55pm: Inspired by David's poem In Honor of the Arts

PeaceMaker breathes his nameless name-life in every sentient being.
It whispers. Or plays the horn.
Where does it come from?
to me it is a feeling, seeing...
Wake me up, my darling, let's get drenched in the storm!

dahli

Comment by Sandra Reis on July 6, 2009 at 5:48pm: My dear friends
Let´s send our best wishes to celebrate the 74th anniversary of His Holiness the Dalai Lama.

Peace, love and harmony

Comment by ljiljana on July 5, 2009 at 6:15pm: hi my beloved friends!! i am know abaut one man,from India...he is not living now, but in my heart he a live...Meher Baba...Thanks for Love Meher...

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 4, 2009 at 5:45am: IN HONOR OF THE ARTS

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