Rene Wadlow's Comments

Un tout grand merci a vous de m'accepter comme ami.
Dr. Dumitru Sandulache

Un tout grand merci a vous pour votre message.
A bientot de vous lire,
Dr. Dumitru Sandulache

Hi Rene,

Thanks for your note and copy of the letter to the UN. I fully agree with everything you say, but I still have an inner reminder that peace, i.e. true peace, must first start with each individual by choice before it can be spread throughout communities, regions, nations and finally the world at large.

Here is a small piece from my blog:

Peace - Ist it real or just another ethereal theory.
As Gandhi so rightly taught us that, in order to see change in the world, one needs to firstly be the change in the world. However, if we continue to fight the historical wars of our forefathers in history, if we continue to hate the Germans, hate the Jews, hate the black people, hate the white colonialists, hate the North or South, hate the Communists, on behalf of our grandparents, there will never be world peace; it is absolutely impossible. Likewise, if we continue experiencing identity crises and conflicts within ourselves, the task is even more unlikely to ever be achieved.
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Please read my blog and comment, I appreciate and respect your opinnion.

Peace, love and harmony,

Vaughan Jones

live simple and create peace..

dear sir.. thanks for your message of peace about our world.we want every time peace for a peacefull life.and you are saying about it very nice, i like your vision about peace.
here i have been a art work on war and peace..
and i have worte a article by me for art and enjoy with our peace we cant think about enjoy i want to share you my that artiscle text for your art and peacefull vision i hope you will lie it..


"Just Enjoy art with me..”


It is my only message to my all artist friend and art lover and all art visitor .
Some one ask to me why I am saying this message to all again and again..?
I want to say about it art mean is just for refreshment of mind , heart and body so why I am not tell to all this message “JUST ENJOY ART WITH ME..”
I have master in Fine Art and I have read lots of art text and art history by book and by art work visuals. and I find a one message from all art history and art visuals “Art Just for Enjoy ”but its very must if we know , what we are enjoy from our self.
I think on the word of ENJOY and I find some logic ,hereI want to share it .enjoy is a matter of inner sound of Human body, its start from a mind vision and by inner requirement of human body. I find the real mean of enjoy. It is self satisfaction from every where but when, then our Inner requirement is demanding of us.
The life live always practical and we can’t leave this life its fact. In that cash we face lots of trouble and pain of mind , body ,and in heart .its result is we face depression, sadness, mentally tired And practical life will not stop it for us. it will create it for us again and again.
So a one question is start where we go for feel free and feel light form inner side of mind and body its answer is one and only “ART ”
I think about art . art is a very big dust been it can accept your all inner zik- zek (puzzle)condition , sadness and unwanted pain of practical life.
‘ART ” the mean of wild space for full peace with full freedom. Art have the process of give and take. Art always giving the peace and freedom of heart and taking the pain of heart and pain of practical life.
“ART “ it is a journey of peace and its start from the artist, A Artist feel some Zik-Zak and some good feeling in inner side of mind and body then he create some , after visit that we are saying it is Art but actually that is activity of inner sound by some medium of earth for get freedom of inner sound by expression of artist . Artist feel Free After Express his inner motion activity by his self and after that Art is doing Start the journey in society with same process of give and take. In our human society every one are can’t express his inner sound by other medium of this earth because they are weak to mind and they don’t know how to express inner sound. They are full pack from practical life they have no time for express his /her inner sound so where they go for feel freedom and enjoy. The Art invite him and her with his /her inner pain and trouble of practical life. basically in our society we can see the art definition in visuals ,text and music. And a great art master BHART MUNI define it in a Theater and Dram in INDIA. That Theater have a new look by technology and to day we are saying it Cinema. It’s have all three art presentation in a one frame. It’s part of visual art. Some artist express his inner sound by line & color on space we are saying to that is painting(I am painter) and some one create form stone & metal with three dimension we are saying that is sculpture .its all art creation is part of visual art. Some people express his inner sound by text we are saying to him and her they are writer but A Indian philosopher Dr. Haridwari prasad Shastri have told the text is a also drawing of inner sound so we are express our inner sound with symbol by text(Drawing) and society communicate it by his /herself. Music its very freedom full medium of artist. It’s base on self sound of body with inner sound. it’s not want any medium of earth. Only music can touch your inner sound without any medium direct heart to heart.
Artist have leaved the creation of expression in society and his art invite to all the society just catch and observe the sound of art by his/her sensors in that cash they are forget his and her practical life and inner pain that’s all. It’s the real target of Art in our society. A common man when visit and listen any form of art that time his mind just think only his visit and listening topic in that moment art have done start the work of take the pain of visitor and listener, after visited the cinema , painting exhibition he feel very light because he forget his past condition before the art visit ,he had forget all and enjoy the art visuals , cinema and some music track….in his practical life time. its very tuff but art can do it in all condition. It’s art power because its very pure sound of human inner sound.
So tell me why I am not say this line to my all art lovers , visitors and to common art visitors ..JUST ENJOY ART WITH ME….! ha..



Yogendra kumar purohit
M.F.A.
BIKANER,INDIA

On my side of the planet, morning of August 6, Hiroshima Day, the date on which the black rain of overshadowing omnicide first feel upon the Earth…

LISTEN

You’re not listening
Sky is falling
You’re not listening
Sea is rising
In tempest-rage

You are not listening, no
And the angel of death
Comes on
Like rolling thunder
Earth is eaten away – this place
Now

This is a terrible moment
In the valley of tears
In a time of tribulation
Terrible, it is terrible I say
Truly terrible
When truth is at risk
And the heart and lungs
On all sides
There is betrayal
And everywhere, everywhere
In the eyes and mouths - poisons
Now, not before
Not after – Look – be sensitive

The ecstatic flame of angel
With the eyes of crucifixion
The one crucified
This

This is when the senses
(And the soul
Housed, ecosophic, inside the body)
Need to be alert
When choices are monumental
When life, all of life, life is in the balance

Answer this:

Do you need to
Hear the sirens screaming?
Do you need to
Witness the perfect storm?
To feel black rain, as in
August ’45? Does

Creation need to split apart for you and
Death weld together for faith
Dead Earth, dust
And deadly sky?

Where are you, where really
When I turn to look around
When I search to hear your footsteps
Feel you breathing
Do you dare to know
We-you and I-we are still alive?
There is difference
Life is on one hand, death on the other
Different
To live and die
Than to live for death, to
Be death’s ambassador,
The pallbearer, the anguished who
Tore the puzzle apart, flung it, pieces
Into furnace—end stop, endgame, ominous
Into oblivion

Answer to that – know it
Know (no), know
Your answer will be binding
Wait, wait, wait then… wait I beg you

For here there is love
There is
God in the shape of prayer still
And that is Kingdom
Blessed
Are the peacemakers, the
Earth-walkers
The brave who

Turn aside to feel the heartthrob, heartache of the world, to

Hear a teardrop fall
In velvet morning, an
Angel sigh despair, a newborn
Cry in the blood pool of life
To share, to taste, to give, to take
Our common bread
Our days

Body
Holy
Flame
Cross

He walks upon the water
In a wounded whisper
Word
From mouth to ear
Far off and near
The sound
Of spreading morning

Star fallen
On Hiroshima and the end
Star of Bethlehem!

Listen…

It is not prosperity
That the midnight bells are swelling
But Christ Mass and the dove
The dove
The dove of now

Peace – the cleansing rain

Listen…
Hush, be gentle, gentle I beg you
Listen…

Christmas Eve, 24 December 2007

from HEALING, A Book of Poetry by David Sparenberg

Sunday morning, 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

A HISTORY OF PROTEST IN MY LIFE
at 1 and 60

I did not do enough,
although it was in my heart.
I wanted to enjoy
the warmth of life
more than to put out
the fires of war.

I protested
but I did not sacrifice.
I marched
while the innocent and guilty alike
were burned by death from the sky.

Maybe if that child in
Vietnam
had not died of napalm,
the children of Iraq would
not now be
dying in my name?

Being an American,
I chose the ease of
what we call freedom.
I said, "No,"
but I did not make myself heard in
the power of compassionate
denouncement. I said “Yes,”
but not always to otherness
and not with the strength and
reverence of beatitude.

When I die
war will not have
left the lovely Earth and
should I come back in
the perfume of a flower, likely
the petals will be
stained with freshly fallen blood.

What child’s cheek
may yet come to paint with
pain the soft white of the lily? What
lust may yet harvest
the agony of thorns,
while crushing the ecstasy of roses?

I did not do enough,
although I had set out
to make a monument of
War No More.

There is my failure.
The teeming world of
tears that so easily tips
into fear and madness
does not need
these words alone. Rather,
a communion
where none are absent. Where
there can be anger as
an emotional bubble but
not enemies and
not crimes of hate.

It is said that
freedom is not free;
but it is
death that is made wholesale.
The axiom is propaganda. Peace
requires the greater vulnerability.

I have done some:
having spoken
when others remained silent; having
stepped up on occasion,
while others withdrew. But I have
not done enough. I know this,
so do you.

That yet another generation must
plant the seeds of healing I
have dreamed of and they,
labor for the season
I have not known.

Yet have I read, in
visions of prophecy,
that a tree will in twilight later grow
at the center of the circle of life; the
weapons of fratricide be
beaten down, the vineyards filled
with the royalty of angels. Robins
singing and butterflies,
not boy-men crying
for their mothers’ mercy.


Rather,
to dance in that round in
footprints of a loving God! To stand in prayer
blessed beneath that
earthly bough.
When?

David Sparenberg
3 Feb. 2009

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 Rene.
love without end, Sandavala

Very interesting and true..I agree with you totaly.

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

Rene Come be part of our group
Gandhi, man of peace
Thank you
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Namaste

working for peace together.satyagraha

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