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Comment by Michael Calkins(aka)LonelySoul on August 3, 2009 at 3:47am

Comment by David Sparenberg on July 28, 2009 at 7:42pm
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 Clicia Pavan on July 28, 2009 at 3:55pm

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 7:24pm
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
Comment by David Sparenberg on July 19, 2009 at 6:25am
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 David Sparenberg on July 14, 2009 at 7:45am
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 Michael Calkins(aka)LonelySoul on July 8, 2009 at 6:34pm
The Butterfly and Dragon




The Butterfly and Dragon

This butterfly had landed,on the tips of quiet fingers,
soft upon her wings,as she stilled her flipping wingers,
she said with a heavy sigh,
I can't soar in a Dragon's sky,
not even as far as the dragon is high...
then came along,so tiny and young,
the smallest of dragons,resting on my thumb,
he said with a sigh,how tired am I,
a puff of smoke, may go higher than I,
when will I ever be touching the sky?
why am I not so pretty,as this butterfly?
the butterfly she heard his cry,she felt his pain,
she went under his wing when it began to rain,
then she said with a tear in her eye,
we have each other,to try again try,
helping and supporting like true friends,
hope this friendship never ends
Lifting your spirits as you lift mine,
working together,we'll be just fine...
LonelySoul
Comment by Loving TreeOfLife on July 7, 2009 at 11:04pm
Comment by David Sparenberg on July 4, 2009 at 11:26pm
APPLE WORMS AND ANGELS

Because we all aspire to be what we have always been, we become a grain of sand in the sand-parade at ocean’s shore; a globe of pollen in breathing wind; curved bow of swallow wings in hush of twilight; the glint of light on watered-stone, washed in the river of time—red drum of heart, red pony of blood, green mandala of mindfulness, the seasons of seeding when God takes the shape of prayer and frolics freely in the imaginations of children, and the season of harvest, which feeds death as well as life—apple-worms and angels.

Be aware. The moon watches us from the silent theater of darkness and the sun rises over the miracle of dreaming that all of creation shares.

Because we are here, the game of metamorphosis is offered to us. Because we are changelings, we find ourselves wherever we are.

If the mood comes upon you to dance, by all means dance. If the mood comes upon you to sing, somebody assuredly is waiting to hear. If you are walking in the direction of the Wilderness of Life, let me travel with you. The dove of now descends to more souls than one in the rapture of love, in the moment of eternity.

David Sparenberg
27 June 2009
Comment by dahli R on July 4, 2009 at 5:21am
By day I praised you and never knew it.
By night I stayed with you and never knew it.
I always thought that I was me--but no,
I was you and never knew it.
RUMI
 

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