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When we gather in circle we are glimpsing the imagination in others and in ourselves, we are touching both our likeness and our variety, and we are lifted. Here is hope; we are possible. Our resources are what they always were: ourselves—our genius and our likeness—each other. And we see this truth, this beauty, this goodness.

:- Doug.

G*d is the poetic genius in every person, the imagination, the spirit. G*d is spread far and wide, the imagination in trees and birds and stars. G*d is visible with those for eyes to see, eyes of imagination, eyes of meditation and contemplation, eyes of touching hands and touched hearts.

:- Doug.

She dreams of meeting Mom again
after the Alzheimer’s goes away
He dreams of eating a meal
finding a job
productive again
Dream beyond
a chicken in our pot
a car in our garage
Dream of
children the world around
freed of images of burning bodies
and Mommies raped and
Daddies beheaded
children free and healthy
playing on the grass
Paint with dreams

:- Doug.