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We are not talking, we are conversing, and that is a vastly different thing. We are meeting. We are betweening. We are opening the I and the Thou to intimate change; we are conceiving a third person in between; and all three of us are working on the things and the persons in our world. Our work on them is effective because all three of us have a field of influence, and our ideas and imaginations are the very seeds of effort.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 774

Lost touch
The elder in the nursing home
alone, craving hands
that mean him or her
instead gets efficiency
and more isolation
these years her last
to make right a babyhood
left alone
in crib or playpen
fenced off
from father’s mother’s sister’s brother’s
touch
adult years holding
the world at bay
with a handshake
being taught to fear hugs
but never quite learning
touch is what she needed
all life long
please touch me
the man of enterprise
“builds” an “organization” of souls
but fears to touch them
and more to let them touch him
until he reaches the same nursing home
and sees the potential he
left dying at his door
please touch me now

Please pass it on.

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The expanding eyes
of humankind
bring into being:
imagination demands
audacity

:- Doug.