Radine!
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http://archmessenger.ning.com
When it comes to peace, how would you describe yourself?
I am a 'born again' activist
What do you believe are the 'burning issues' today?
War, Hunger, Poverty, Education, Our Planet, Violence, Inflation, Human Rights, Our Shrinking Freedom
So what is it?
Peace within leads to Peace without.
What must we overcome to achieve peace?
Fear
Can we change the world?
Definitely
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At 9:06am on June 19, 2010, Eva said…
Hello,

iPeace is deleted from David Califa the end of June. Here you can find a new home.

http://peaceformeandtheworld.ning.com/

You are cordially invited.

Warm regards, Eva
At 11:58pm on January 11, 2010, Dave Kenyon said…
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"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other."
~Mother Teresa
At 8:50pm on October 27, 2009, Dave Kenyon said…
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"Hey, everybody' someone
No matter where you come from
There's light in every single star
You're more than who you think you are"
~Leann Rimes



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Go inside where your inner beauty resides; embarce it and let it shine for all to see. Your sparkle lights up the world in just the right and perfect way. Begin this loving journey today. ~Dave Kenyon

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Shine on Radine, Dave
At 6:50am on August 12, 2009, David Sparenberg said…
ANCIENT FIRES

Beyond the horizon
where naked skin of Earth
presses
naked skin of Sky
children of imagination are conceived
in intercourse of mystery.

Time curves…. Dragons
form circles
in bubbles of eternity.
The ageless shepherd of our shadows
enters the pasture
that was and was not green
before the birth of poetry. Dreamers

drunken in the breath
of dark divinity dream
in secret dramas of their souls. At
times wild cries out for wilderness.
Or meditations of a mountain’s crest
become light’s prayer
in hearts of darkness.

Creation consents…. Nomads
bearing gypsy tents
thirst for twilight. Ancient
fires in books of alchemy. Riddles
of each night. The longest
word in life… is “Yes.”

David Sparenberg
11 August 2009
At 7:36pm on August 3, 2009, David Sparenberg said…
To one and all: Peace within & peace to share…

MEDICINE DREAM

I have a dream:

at the center of the dream
is circling ocean
in the center of the ocean
is turtle island
at the center of the island
is vision mountain
in the center of the mountain
is healing crystal
at the center of the crystal
is sacred light
in the center of the light
i sit dreaming

I have a dream:

i dream i am a tree
my roots spread out
beside a place of water
in sunlight
my branches turn to fire
my leaves are prayers of smoke
my heart beats like a drum
inside a stone of power

I have a dream:

my dream is at the center
of great silence
here at the center
i sit dreaming

from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg
At 6:27pm on July 22, 2009, David Sparenberg said…
VISION QUEST

Shekhinah
maiden of midnight
mothering side
of the God of life
descend now
to this troubled heart
this garden soul
lift me
as if on eagles’ wings
to wear the fiery
robes of lightning
let my thunder roll

let me sit
in luminal darkness
meditating prayers
in the shapes of light
let me dream
dream beneath the breathing rainbow
of your love.

There is a place
that place is nowhere
and a time
pierced by eternity
known to pilgrims
as the rest of God.
There
the man of roads and
child of his returning
bow together
in everlasting peace.

David Sparenberg
1 May 2008
At 8:21am on July 14, 2009, David Sparenberg said…
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
At 11:31pm on July 4, 2009, David Sparenberg said…
MOUNT TAHOMA… *

That is the great mountain.
A breath of beauty
in a tower
of living stone.
The top of the mountain
like the head of Adam Kadmon
is crowned
with a glacier of
blue-white ice, is
black
with velvet of night and
star scatterings
from a hand of majesty
is gold-fire, red gold
in the cosmic blessing
of each morning sun.

In Spanish
this is called
Beso del Sol
kiss of the sun.
And in Ireland is
a dancing girl who
calls love a
cosmic hug.

The philosophers
like to speak of
a leap of faith.
I am happy to say
Tahoma
the way that
others breathe
the holy word OM.

In Israel there is
a singing woman
who walks
in the garden of Lao Tzu
who weaves in her song
a union of souls.
This is what I would call
healing, and others;
who are beautiful as
angels of the Earth;
refer to as peace.

*Tahoma, the Native name for Mt. Rainier;
The Mt. Fuji of the Pacific Northwest


David Sparenberg
Summer Solstice
21 June 2009
At 8:50pm on July 4, 2009, David Sparenberg said…
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
At 5:32pm on May 4, 2009, Dave Kenyon said…
 
 
 

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