No finis
The work has no finis
The artist and the work
Disentangle one another
:- Doug.
The work has no finis
The artist and the work
Disentangle one another
:- Doug.
Finding our humanity is enough, because it creates.
:- Doug.
Purer arias
Quieter paths between
:- Doug.
Circumference holds the world in her lap, tenderly, loosely, letting go—out. It is her privilege to touch all, hold all, release all.
:- Doug.
When your eyes look
Look to truly see
:- Doug.
Magic carpet: arise!
Arouse my senses
Numberless!
Music about
Wonderful voices
Fragrances to carry across
Under-sight into prime worlds!
:- Doug.
The more open we are one with the other, the more we will be rewarded. Our reward? Humanity: discovered; made possible. I wanted to call it possibili-tized.
:- Doug.
To friend is not to be boon only. Death comes. Friction lasts. Pain swims away to surface again in the midst of play. Many are friendship’s endings, many its beginnings—if it were otherwise, the world would have told you—its forests and streams and skies. Transforming is its watchword. Transforming will not always please us. We will need separation. We will need ennui. We will need to allow us our needs. We will need, finally, to get up and move. Some talk needs a walk. Ask Rumi.
:- Doug.
Sing
Drum
Sing and drum the name
Call up the holy
The circumference between
:- Doug.
We belittle considering those things not purely rational, forgetting that human values are our highest and best, that aspirations and lifted chins pull us along. The rational serves life. The wheel serves not the engine nor the horses, but the driver whose face is set to sun or star.
:- Doug.
Why do we “offer” prayers? Even, especially, by those of us of differing divinities? There seems to be a need. . . of what? Outpouring?
:- Doug.
Ought we, one time, approach a conversation as a pilgrimage? Is there a value in considering the possibility? How would we prepare?
:- Doug.
In conversation we continually send-receive. It must somehow be of the essence.
:- Doug.
She will resound
He will resound
When I come
Making a sound
Who among us
Will know what it means
To hear?
:- Doug.
We grow in conversation not only by adding my ideas to yours, or mixing them into a new brew, but as well by juxtaposing and bouncing and bumping and . . . . So we must attend the little critters hiding in the shadows.
:- Doug.
Ritual preserves knowledge essential to cultural survival. In this way, rite-ing is an analog to writing.
:- Doug.
Love is a sack of coins
—A sack of obverses and reverses—
Each conversation is a flip
Dark sides bring light and
Another toss—imagine!
:- Doug.
He’s a tailor. He takes in. . . a lot of people.
:- Doug.
Are there tasks or layers of a conversation that we can use to help us meet and know one another? For example: discovering another as a spiritual treasure; chasing and hiding; entangling and untangling; recognizing cycles of life-death-life; comfortable old slippers; dreams and sadnesses; discovering and adding largenesses; dancing, singing, playing, making poetry, offering prayers; surprised by new life.
:- Doug.
Is it fiction?
Is it true?
It does not matter
Is it life?
All we get to go on
:- Doug.
Time is not so much
what keeps things
from happening
all at once
but what lets us imagine
irregular things have
that place
:- Doug.
Is there a story
in every story
in every breath?
:- Doug.