yana shipilova

HELLo Yana, my young friend. Whenever I visit SN I stop by to say hello you. I don't know why, but perhaps it is something about your eyes. Always wishing you well. Prayers to you and many blessin...

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HELLo Yana, my young friend. Whenever I visit SN I stop by to say hello you. I don't know why, but perhaps it is something about your eyes. Always wishing you well. Prayers to you and many blessings... david

THIS VIOLENCE, THIS WEB OF EVIL

The poem that follows is not intended to reach only an aesthetic elite. Like a cupid’s arrow it is aimed at the universal human heart. The world is increasingly violent. At the same time we are all and always responsible for making choices. At the root of the choosing processes we are choosing between life and death. Not only absolute life or absolute death as a last act reply to the Shakespearean question of “To be or not to be.” But also our choices, whether large or small, are ongoing and place us on the side of the degrees of life or the degrees of death. We participate in creation as co-creative presences or we surrender our responsibility to become death’s ambassadors. Everyone choices and everyone confronts a personal conscience and a more deeply personal soul. That is, until and unless conscience is eclipsed and the soul is in exile. Yet a dreadful clarity must unavoidably be emerging for even the most obdurate and insular, that global holocaust will overtake us unless, through a higher dedication and creativity, an intentional evolution becomes our species goal. From Bagdad to Boston, from Kabul to the tragic halls of Sandy Hook Elementary in Newtown, Connecticut, we awaken daily to find ourselves more tightly wrapped in this violence, this web of evil, sustained by self-righteous depravity, rage and a denigration of living otherness. So it is time, even far past time, when all of us cure one another of our addiction to the culture of violence; exorcise one another from possession by the violent-demonic we idolize; and make a jail break in solidarity from the world prison of criminal complicity—this continuous killing of sisters, brothers and children. But enough for now! Our common condition requires warmth and collective action, not words merely to be followed by the consequences of forgetfulness. Still, the poem is a measured desire and the desire is to speak as an exercise in public re-visioning. Do we dare to look and in looking see and in seeing take up the task of rearticulating and redefining the who of what we are? Do we dare to choose the poem over the gun, the melody over the bomb, the dance that celebrates and the sculpture that honors the human adventure over further bloodshed of the human family?

IN HONOR OF THE ARTS

A person living a dream
is not waging a nightmare.

A person playing music
is not committing murder.
A person writing a poem
is not killing anyone.
A person reading a book
is not discharging a weapon.
A person painting a picture
is not spilling blood.

Somebody sculpting stone
is not polluting the earth
with another premature corpse.
To plant a garden
is not to practice rape.
To pray at dawn
is not a crime against creation.

Turn aside and look into your soul.

Not into the darkness
you have inherited from history,
but into the light coming your way
from the love of God. To humbly bow down
in the posture of mystical weeping
is to vanquish the phantoms of hatred and fear.
Everything involves a holiness in the heart;
everyone is involved in making choices.

What a difference
between the pornographers of aggression
and the artists of compassion!

Go to the place
where life embraces otherness;
enter the dialogue of becoming human.
Have you even considered
how healing the wounds of a stranger
creates laughter in children
and orchards in angels?

A person reading these words
feels like a summer cloud
floating without effort on the mirror of a river.
Tell the truth now:
Isn’t that good?

A person
deep into the ecology of blessing
remembers the taste of wild honey
while protesting the politics of war.
Tell the truth
now: Isn’t it better to create
than to destroy?

When the Dream Maker first
introduced the DNA of dreaming
it was called Eden.
Naming took place
in the ecstasy of love.

Now tell the truth:
Isn’t peace the most
precious art?
What is more defining
than the compassion of our vulnerability?
PeaceMaker – tell me:
What is your name?

David Sparenberg

RD Laing used to ask, “How often are you simply handed a cup of tea?” A Zen question! Or gifted 2 free eco ebooks? http://www.ovimagazine.com/cat/56

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Hi Yana,

thank you so much for your friendship.

Many blessings and much & !

Tirza

happy birthday Yana ,all the best the universe has to give,peace,love,and light.

hi Yana! thanks again. sharing again. and many, many blessings...

IN CIRCLE MYSTIC BLUE

To heal the Earth
into sustainable well being
we must heal ourselves;
to heal ourselves
into sustainable well...

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hi Yana! thanks again. sharing again. and many, many blessings...

IN CIRCLE MYSTIC BLUE

To heal the Earth
into sustainable well being
we must heal ourselves;
to heal ourselves
into sustainable well being
we must heal the Earth.

The healing process
is a circle.
It is not a vicious circle
with no way out
but a circle of
evolution, reception, mutuality
with many, interconnecting
ways in.

From space
Earth is soft
in subtle pulsation
like a gentle blue eye
curious to see where it is
and the everywhere that surrounds.

The medicine prayer
of the millennium
if not for eternity
is a revolution.
On Earth
as is from heaven:
a gentle place of peace
in circle mystic blue. Here

life thrives.


David Sparenberg
12 Feb. 2013

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Thanks for being a friend Yana

~*~ Pleasure to meet you, Yana ~*~ Hope this day brings you lots of reasons to smile ~*~ One World ~*~ One People ~*~ One Love ~~~*~~~ Namaste ~*~

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Yana! Thanks for the friendship. I appreciate the connection

thank you for your friendship
many blessings and light

Thank you for including me in your circle of friends. May you be blessed with love and light!

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...you sprinted away
Sprinted away to where I don't know
God's moving in your bloodstream
Where the cross beats aren't so slow

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thanks for the add Yana sending and your way