Celebrating the PEACE of Legends

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Comment by ABED MALHAS on May 21, 2011 at 3:22pm

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 3:22pm

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 Clicia Pavan on April 17, 2011 at 2:25am

Paz
São braços,para abraços
Paz
São laços,desatados
Paz
São mudanças,acertadas
Paz
Pensamentos,unificados
Humanidade,com humildade
Paz
Ação Global
para um mundo mais justo e igual
Clicia Pavan
...................
Peace
Arms are for hugging
Peace
Are ties,untied
Peace
These changes, agreed
Peace
Thoughts,unified
Humanity,humility
Peace
Global Action
for a more just and equal
Clicia Pavan
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Paz
Los brazos son para abrazar
Paz
Son lazos,no condicionada
Paz
Estos cambios,acordó
Paz
Pensamientos y unificada
La humanidad, la humildad
Paz
Acción Mundial
para una sociedad más justa e igualitaria
Clicia Pavan

Comment by Clicia Pavan on September 26, 2009 at 5:28pm

http://www.ipeace.me/group/gandhimanofpeace/forum/topics/we-will-not-let-the-birthday



Mahatma Gandhi's little stroll to the sea to protest Britain's occupation of India started, not with a step or even an idea, but with a conviction, namely, that people must be self-governed. Convictions come from ideas, and ideas come from first steps. When asked how the process, from conviction to that first step and finally to the shore, bore itself out, Gandhi remarked, "First they ignore you. Then they mock you. Then they get angry. And then you win." Without arms nonviolent
Namaste
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Mahatma Gandhi, paseíto hasta el mar para protestar contra la ocupación británica de la India se inició, no con un paso o incluso una idea, pero con una convicción, a saber, que la gente debe ser auto-regulado. Convicciones vienen de las ideas, y las ideas de los primeros pasos. Cuando se le preguntó cómo el proceso, desde la convicción de que el primer paso y, finalmente, a la orilla, se llevó a cabo, Gandhi comentó: "Primero te ignoran. Entonces se burlan de ti. Entonces se enojan. Y entonces ganas." Sin armas no violenta
Namaste
Gandhi is the greatest example of our times of Unconditional Love
love,love,love,love

Comment by Clicia Pavan on September 1, 2009 at 5:07pm

International Day Of Peace September 21, 2009
There is no way to peace, peace is the way
Gandhi
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God-Matthew 5:9.
Prince of Peace"Jesus is the messenger of peace
Peace is not absence of conflict but the ability to resolve conflicts without hate
Jesus said: "I leave you peace, my peace I give you.

Día Internacional de la Paz 21 de septiembre 2009
No hay camino hacia la paz, la paz es el camino
Gandhi
Bienaventurados los pacificadores, porque ellos serán llamados hijos de Dios-Mateo 5:9.
Príncipe de Paz "Jesús es el mensajero de la paz
La paz no es ausencia de conflicto sino la capacidad de resolver los conflictos sin odio
Jesús dijo: "La paz os dejo, mi paz os doy."

Comment by Clicia Pavan on July 28, 2009 at 3:41pm

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
-------
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

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 23, 2009 at 7:36pm

CANTICLE OF THE CREATURES
Interpreted from a poem by St. Francis of Assisi

Highest, most powerful
and goodly Lord
to you only go
praise and honor, benedictions
of all kinds
and every glory
to you only, Most High
do these belong
no man being worthy
to signify your name

praise my Lord
through all creation—
especially through the lord
my Brother Sun
shining with the gift of day
dispensing to us
bounteous light, beautiful
and resplendent with brightness

to you my Lord
he is most like
in likeness

praise my Lord
through our Sister
the Moon and moving Stars
set heaven high
by your high hand
beautifully arrayed, precious
and most bright

praise my Lord
through my Brother
the Wind
and every breeze
and all degrees
of alternating weather

praise my Lord
through my Sister
Flowing Water
useful she is—
a humble, chaste
and priceless treasure

praise my Lord
through my Brother
Master Fire
who sparkles for us
in the dead of night
his dancing lithe
and bright, joyous
and abounding with power

praise my Lord
through our Sister
Mother Earth
who upholds and nurtures us
bringing forth
reviving fruits, flowers
of many hues
and helpful herbs

praise my Lord
through those who show
forgiveness
through love of you
enduring the painful
perils of time
and harsh adversity

blessed are they
who persevere
in peacefulness
for by you, Most High
are they adorned

praise and bless
my Lord most truly
and render thanks
and service to him
greatly
and with great humility

from HEALING, a Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg

Comment by David Sparenberg on June 25, 2009 at 6:02am

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 6:29am

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 18, 2009 at 5:36pm

COMING ON

When the one who is awaited comes
and you find your face
within his face
and your heartbeat
living inside his heartbeat
as entwined as lover’s breath;

when the angel that he brings
bears your name as
clearly inscribed as his own
and the animal at his side
walks peacefully
in the shadow of your footsteps;

then will the Earth Revolution begin
like a child
awakening at the onset of morning
(a Dawn Child)
and green will be as red as gold.

And that which starts
prayerful in a whispered word
swift as lightning
or as wildfire consumes
not but bitterness
and the lusts of exploitation and war.

And it shall end in this:
The never ending fertility
of the dream of God
and the promise filling the fields
of holy prophesy. For we

in the companionship
of the awaited—of one coming on—
shall eat at the banquet of our preparations.
And the one will be invited
to sit here
and be among us.

That day shall be called
Abundance. And that night
Deliverance from the Apocalypse
of manmade evils. And the world
with the one at the center of
the everywhere from
now until always will dance.

Dance as people dance
around a tree of fire
that does not burn but
shines with joy. With life.
With redefining
Liberty.

David Sparenberg
6 August 2008

ON HEARING AGAIN BEETHOVEN’S
ODE TO JOY

In the terrible
conflagration of war
it is not only armies
that are consumed
but the obo
and the violin die
die tragically as well.

In the monstrous
rampages of hatred
it is not only the victims
of insidious propaganda who
are the targets of political rage
but the flowers of perception
are withered too.

Like a winter storm
the land that longs
for love of spring
wastes with wounds
and ugly memories.

Somewhere in the darkness
of petrifying screams
there is the smell of
carrion earth
an outcry of blood.

Music too
like a sweetness in the soul of
struggling even
as a song bird
nesting
in the heart of the angel
of human discovery perishes.

Who then pleads
for the others who
are scattered everywhere
like dust in the wind?

David Sparenberg
25-26 July 2008

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