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Can we trust the generations?
Can we trust ourselves?
Can we trust humanity?
Life? Creation?
Trust them for what, to what? You might ask. To carry us one more step on the path? Can we trust
The path?
For aren’t we all making up the path by placing our next
Footfall?
& so in conversation we help one another
& the human race
Choose footfalls
For the race.
Trust assistance.

:- Doug.

Overview effect—It’s the perspective, smart one!

:- Doug.

O richness of the vacuum, the empty, the nothing!
The essence of between
The essence of thro’
The essence of conversation
The essences of all possibility
For in you & in you two arises vacuum & all the other nots
Opening, opening, opening!

:- Doug.

In dark is promise of light
In light as well there is promise of things unseen
Dark & unseeable.

:- Doug.

The world cyclopean fashion pursues wealth, power,
Ego;
All loving-kindness is turned to
Utility;
We recognize no way out, no savior to lead us to gentler, more human,
Ways:
Meanwhile, let us have a mug of hot chocolate.

:- Doug.

He has too much hot chocolate in him
She has no hot chocolate in her
The one is greedy of soul’s invitation but
Impatient—so drowns it in the birth-pool
The next is blind to the thrumping of hearts

:- Doug.

Living is layered
Like our grey fabrics
Wrapped

Hot chocolate too wraps and stirs
Layers among layers

:- Doug.

What do I want to find out?
What questions do I want to ask?

:- Doug.

It is not given us to like everyone we chance upon on our life ways;
It is not given us to come to meeting with each one with whom we converse;
Nor to find soul flitting every instance of meeting.
What is given?
Maybe only a task—
A task of intention
& effort—
To be kind
To accept
To extend the lyrical into every day
To receive with some level of thanks the gravelly voice, the clanking gear, the day missing our course for it.

:- Doug.

This morning the wind is anxious,
Anxious to bring in some load,
Some burden has been placed upon its shoulders,
In its hands
See how its whole height sends
All nearby scurrying—
Tallest trees, trees at my level,
Lowliest grasses!
& what do you carry
For us today, wind?
Will we welcome you or resist?

:- Doug.

Words we share,
Bouncing back & forth between us,
Going out from us,
Silences, too
Caroming about the human world & all living beings &
lineages fore, aft, athwart
Spin life up to speed, call us to play
Our part of parts

:- Doug.

What on earth have we done?
Why on earth have we done these things?
How on earth can we create new stories, patterns, conversations to carry our kind forward?

:- Doug.

Something, someone is birthing,
In darkness, birthing.

:- Doug.

We might be shoreline one for the other,
Horizon,
Neither land nor water, nor green nor blue,
Nor object standing in the way
But person of my person

:- Doug.

Stirring, exposing all, & all sides & aspects of all to heat
& heat to all aspects, faces;
Stirring, blending, releasing juices, sauces;
Adding attention (which may be the real name of love);
Changes,
Makes a new thing to put in a dish, take in with eyes,
Smells,
Eat & take into our being,
Making up our next selves

:- Doug.

Wild and wind-swept, our sail
Laving us, washing over us, spraying us
Carrying us to places unsuspected
Where we’d rather not go
But become to us beneficence

:- Doug.

We are sometimes the waft upon the drifting winds.

:- Doug.

Have you ever seen a duck in a tree?
Today this is what I saw
& he flew from limb to limb!

:- Doug.

Soul is not a belly
Maybe a belly laugh

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2526

In the very earliest time
like tomorrow
persons and animals lived together
as kin because they could
by saying it
become one another
so how come we don’t love one another
over generations?

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Death accomplishes me
Makes me undying.

:- Doug.

Speed is excuse for lazy.

:- Doug.

Disdain is worse than hatred
Or at least as harmful
To us
My disdain convicts me
I kill others so
Ought we not stop?

:- Doug.