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Comment by ABED MALHAS on May 21, 2011 at 6:27pm

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; info@nobel.se; 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 ) www.casaart.org; 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; http://www.facebook.com/search/?flt=1&q=CASA&o=65&s=50#...;  www.casaart.org

Comment by ABED MALHAS on May 21, 2011 at 6:27pm

THANK ALLAH GOD 4 ALL

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

 CASA THE GLOBAL POSITIVE VISION & MISSION

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 )

- NOBEL PRIZE 4 CHILDREN

- CASA GLOBAL GENIUS VILLAGE

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

- CASA GLOBAL GOURMET VILLAGE

- CASA VILLAGE;

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 Loving TreeOfLife on August 7, 2009 at 6:46pm

I love you, we are ONE, hugs&kisses, Elke :-)

The New Geometries: The Icosa-Dodecahedron
http://www.starchildascension.org/starchild/bluestarnotes.html
http://www.starchildascension.org/starchild/bluestarnotesger.html
http://www.starchildascension.org/starchild/bluestarnotesned.html
http://www.starchildascension.org/starchild/bluestarnotesspan.html

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 14, 2009 at 7:48am

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 Loving TreeOfLife on July 7, 2009 at 11:06pm

Comment by Loving TreeOfLife on July 4, 2009 at 3:37pm

Comment by David Sparenberg on June 25, 2009 at 5:42am

ANSWERS *

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.

Comment by David Sparenberg on June 22, 2009 at 6:30am

Prayers and solidarity with the people of Iran. While we enjoy our artistry and freedom of expression, let us not forget those whose lives are on the edge, who are at risk and in harms way because the dinosaurs of politics equate power with violence. The young woman who died of government gunshot in a street in Tehran and died in her father’s arms, died on our Father’s Day. Her name is Neda.

The poem below was written at another time and for another purpose. Yet much of it applies.

PRISONERS

Sometimes the longing for peace and justice
erupts in me like earth rumbling,
splitting history apart.
Sometimes like valley of tears
flooding my soul – sometimes,
in my quiet hours, like flowers
from bleak ravines, breathing
in sunlight and chaste dew of dawn.

I live in a cruel nation,
in a time of violent
thoughts and deeds. In a place
where war addiction
plays out to endgame. And
here a man’s appearance counts, not his heart.
Often we are imprisoned
for things we did not do.

Sometimes the longing stirs in me
for truth and freedom
from the degradation
that saps my soul and
ignores my plea.

My dark is the dark
of men in cells, secreted, tortured. Betrayed.
My light is their liberty.

from HEALING A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg

Comment by David Sparenberg on June 19, 2009 at 8:23am

LEAD US NOT INTO EXTINCTION
Prayer Of The Animals

Our kin,
who now possess the land
where once we roamed,
plentiful and free,
lead us not into extinction,
but deliver us from the devouring
dis-ease of human greed.

Give us this day
(even unto the seventh generation)
a belonging-place to be
what we are, and in harmony
with All Our Relations.

For yours is the power
to restore or further destroy
the Sacred Hoop of Creation.

Make a warrior’s choice
by honoring unity in diversity
of the Great Mystery.
Let Spirit guide you
back to Creator’s vision-dream:
We Are All One Family.

from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg

Comment by Leah D (Pixie) on June 18, 2009 at 3:44pm

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