A candle for peace --The world remembers, on August 6, the 60 years of nuclear attack that devastated the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki Peace,Peace,Peace Hiroshima never again Namaste 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
O amor, Ah que lindo nome! Uma palavra pequena, mas com um significado imenso. Alguém ai sabe me dizer o que é amar? Com certeza cada um vai ter uma história para contar.
The Love, Oh that beautiful name! A small word, but with a huge significance. Someone i know tell me what is love? Surely each one will have a story to tell.
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.
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.
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Ninguém disse que a vida seria fácil,
só que vale a pena
Nobody said that the life would be easy,
it is worth
A beleza das pessoas está na capacidade de amar
e encontrar no próximo a continuidade de seu ser
The beauty of people is the ability to love
and find the next the continuity of their being
kisses and so good sunday
Gregorian Chant,beautiful! Namaste
A candle for peace --The world remembers, on August 6, the 60 years of nuclear attack that devastated the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki Peace,Peace,Peace Hiroshima never again Namaste these brothers who are seeking peace, union makes a differenceI 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
Lágrimas
não são aquelas que saem dos olhos
e escorrem pelo rosto,
Lágrimas
são aquelas que saem do coração
e escorrem pela alma
Tears
are those that leave the eyes
and flowing by the face,
Tears
are those that leave the heart
flowing and the soul
O amor,
Ah que lindo nome!
Uma palavra pequena,
mas com um significado imenso.
Alguém ai sabe me dizer o que é amar?
Com certeza cada um vai ter
uma história para contar.
The Love,
Oh that beautiful name!
A small word,
but with a huge significance.
Someone i know tell me what is love?
Surely each one will have
a story to tell.
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
Falo a Língua dos loucos, pois não conheço
a coerência mórbida dos lúcidos.
CYBER KISSES
"Ama quem te ama e não quem te sorri,
porque quem te sorri engana
e quem te ama chora por ti..."
"Love who loves you and whom you do not smile,
because he who smiles fool
and who loves you cry for you ...
Debaixo de sete chaves... Dentro do Coração
Under the seven keys... Inside the Heart
Lindo Dia – Beautiful Day
É fácil apagar as pegadas
difícil é caminhar sem pisar no chão
it is easy to erase the footprints
difficult to walk without stepping on the floor
A vida que eu tenho . É tudo que eu tenho
E a vida que eu tenho .
É sua
The life that I have. Is all that I have
And the life that I have.
Is yours
Besos, besos, besos...
Baci, baci, baci ...
Beijos, beijos, beijos ...
Kisses, kisses, kisses ...
Öpücük, öpücük, öpücük ...
قبلات والقبلات قبلات
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
O amor é um oceano na verdade
sem um começo ou fim.
Love is an ocean indeed ..
one without beginning or end.
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