I think all I really need
Is a field;
To go walking through the field
In the Spring.
I think all I really need
Is a hill;
To go up the hill and down the hill
In Autumn.
I think all I really need
Is a road;
To wander where it takes me
In the Summer:
To know its every stretch and turn
I think all I really need
Is the shore:
To stand in the fog of Winter
With wind beating on my face
And listen to the ocean breathing
With cold and restless passion.
I think all I really need
Is to quietly sleep.
And in my sleep
To dream of flowers
And from my flowers
To dream of stars.
And to let go
Of something that hurts me.
And to be at peace
With letting go.
from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg
i do not promise anthing
but i will give you everything
promise is a hollow word
just like a flying bird
it never sits and never stay
always search for a new bay
so never make a promise to me
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.
Um coração em paz transcende à dimensão do tempo e do espaço. Grato por acolher um amante da poesia, apesar de iniciante, e aprendiz do eterno. Sabe, muito se fala em sustentabilidade, termo mais do que pesquisado e comentado envolvendo o tripé econômico, ambiental e social. Acredito também num outro olhar para a sustentabilidade, o olhar da paz. Não somente a paz entre nações, mas a paz que nasce no interior e se manifesta no formato de ações diárias. Pensamentos, palavras e ações (relembrando meus anos como mestre shaolin). Li e comentei seu artigo na revista eletrônica...parabéns.
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
Por que brilha olhar?
Brilha como as estrelas, como um raio de Sol, como uma noite ao luar, brilha como o olhar de uma criança que sonhou e que mantém a bênção de sempre sonhar.
Olhos que falam coisas, recitam poesias, que expressam amor. Olhos felinos à expreita de uma defesa, que docilmente revelam em suas bordas o anseio de uma emoção.
A essência que brilha no interior se reflete pelo olhar...oh olhos que em nada mentem, somente se sente que quer olhar, para dentro e para fora, na incessante busca de outrora, quem sabe? Oh olhos que querem olhar, bem juntinho de outros olhos, o fervor do coração.Pois é na alma, que se encontra o grande amor.
Parabéns Sabrina por suas poesias, frases, blog, filha, amor por ela e por seu coração que, apesar do tempo, em essência, nunca mudou.
Glad to have you as a Friend and Partner for Global Peace and Healing.Its good to be part of a Global Tribal Family.We all Make a Difference Together we can make the Miracle of Peace Possible.THe Pictured is my Kittys a long time ago Hanging around the Sacred Spiral.THey are grown up now and Big.They seemed to Know were the Magic was in regards to the Sacred Spiral.Have a Beautiful Day or Night,SpreadingEagle.
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.
Você nem imagina como seu comentário me deixou feliz! Sério, que bom que o destino nos uniu de uma maneira tão bacana.
Espero que a gente se veja bastante por aqui, e que, assim como eu, você tenha contato com tantas pessoas especiais que estão aqui reunidas num propósito maior.
Você é linda, tanto de aparência como de coração, viu?
Paz e luz para você e todos os seus
Love is always present, in the world, in nature, in us. What changes is our realisation of it.
Sending you a hearty smile from nature, dear Sabrina.
love without end, Sandavala
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I think all I really need
Is a field;
To go walking through the field
In the Spring.
I think all I really need
Is a hill;
To go up the hill and down the hill
In Autumn.
I think all I really need
Is a road;
To wander where it takes me
In the Summer:
To know its every stretch and turn
I think all I really need
Is the shore:
To stand in the fog of Winter
With wind beating on my face
And listen to the ocean breathing
With cold and restless passion.
I think all I really need
Is to quietly sleep.
And in my sleep
To dream of flowers
And from my flowers
To dream of stars.
And to let go
Of something that hurts me.
And to be at peace
With letting go.
from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg
Have a nice weekend!
Sabrina Come be part of our groupGandhi, man of peace
Thank you
Namaste
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Carinios, Maria desde el Canada
but i will give you everything
promise is a hollow word
just like a flying bird
it never sits and never stay
always search for a new bay
so never make a promise to me
come be mine and take me
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
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
Brilha como as estrelas, como um raio de Sol, como uma noite ao luar, brilha como o olhar de uma criança que sonhou e que mantém a bênção de sempre sonhar.
Olhos que falam coisas, recitam poesias, que expressam amor. Olhos felinos à expreita de uma defesa, que docilmente revelam em suas bordas o anseio de uma emoção.
A essência que brilha no interior se reflete pelo olhar...oh olhos que em nada mentem, somente se sente que quer olhar, para dentro e para fora, na incessante busca de outrora, quem sabe? Oh olhos que querem olhar, bem juntinho de outros olhos, o fervor do coração.Pois é na alma, que se encontra o grande amor.
Parabéns Sabrina por suas poesias, frases, blog, filha, amor por ela e por seu coração que, apesar do tempo, em essência, nunca mudou.
Glad to have you as a Friend and Partner for Global Peace and Healing.Its good to be part of a Global Tribal Family.We all Make a Difference Together we can make the Miracle of Peace Possible.THe Pictured is my Kittys a long time ago Hanging around the Sacred Spiral.THey are grown up now and Big.They seemed to Know were the Magic was in regards to the Sacred Spiral.Have a Beautiful Day or Night,SpreadingEagle.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
it is a great place here.
I believe we can change the world -it takes time and good heart, and we can make it:)
Most beautiful face of Ananda-energy has been placed on my page, now.
Be Blessed!
Namastê!
_/|\_
Music can Heal The World
Wishing you all the very best always.
Peace & Love.
Minha querida SabrinaVocê nem imagina como seu comentário me deixou feliz! Sério, que bom que o destino nos uniu de uma maneira tão bacana.
Espero que a gente se veja bastante por aqui, e que, assim como eu, você tenha contato com tantas pessoas especiais que estão aqui reunidas num propósito maior.
Você é linda, tanto de aparência como de coração, viu?
Paz e luz para você e todos os seus
Sending you a hearty smile from nature, dear Sabrina.
love without end, Sandavala
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