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How big is a Will? What color, what dance, what aroma? How green?

:- Doug.

These are our children, yours and mine, and I am pregnant, you are pregnant, love is the impregnation. Love impregnates.

Love births life. It is gravity-field gathering us together to meet and meet again for here we take the action of love, here we come alive, here is born the third person in between.

Here is the narrow ridge, running from you to me and back, if we but climb it rather than see it as barrier, the narrow ridge upon which we can play as on a mountain meadow knowing and being known laughing and holding hands spinning till the tears come and we fall down in the soft flowers and get up to plant our grandchildren’s forests.

We are planting our grandchildren’s forests: fresh oxygen-creating forests, dark undergrowth forests, hidden paths and sunlight shining in, forests full of life and death, dark and light, mystery and generation, shelter and storm, things that wriggle and crawl and leap, and our voices calling Take my hand.

:- Doug.

We are starting to get to
the depths of the law.
How do people get along together?
What is lawful?
Whatever the answer,
truth, reality, must be part of it,
so chaos and complexity,
good and evil, light and dark
must claim their rightful roles
So too money and love,
work and play, enemy and lover
We are, we do, we meet

:- Doug.

Business is river’s current,
flowing, racing,
spinning in the backwaters,
carrying flotsam and commerce,
doing the work of the furnace and anvil,
computer and test tube,
telephone and banker,
touching, moving, running over,
never the same twice,
always the same in
movement and reaching, grasping,
allowing little time for reflection except
what we extract,
its largeness being in its rush,
its smallness too,
and we, we the ones
who must make large

:- Doug.