Immediate G*d is
Immediate G*d is
Unexpected
Unauthorized
Unkingly
Immediate
:- Doug.
The real work
is done by
the unofficial, unauthorized
:- Doug.
Archive for April, 2009
Power Point deceives
The Power Point
The expert from afar
Promise what they will not deliver
They deceive us
For it is only we ourselves
Who must birth
:- Doug.
Once spoken a metaphor starts to harden
Once spoken a metaphor starts to harden. Someday we will strike our heads against it from the inside—which will crack? Even this metaphor, how do we escape?
:- Doug.
Spirit is localized everywhere
Spirit is localized everywhere. G*d is one spirit, one heart—many minds, many hands.
:- Doug.
Come watch our meetings say
Come watch
our meetings say
What a shame!—
We could have been players
:- Doug.
Hubris to think we can change the world
Hubris it is to think
We can change the course of the world
Hubris also it is to think
We can have no effect
Get busy, O little ones
:- Doug.
a leakage of courage
The only way we can get “there” is to talk. We have a leakage of courage, a timidity of heart, a shrinking from imagining—all of which are met by invitation. Talk first, hear second, meet. There is no more, no other way.
:- Doug.
accomplishment is not our goal nor purpose
We are hope; accomplishment is not our goal nor our purpose.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 946
Footprints in the Windsm # 946
Who are our neighbors, who our brothers and sisters? Who can help us? Our bellies are full and pendulous; our muscles loose as our bowels; our food too rich for our health; and our eyes see not the drugs we give our poorest to keep them in our jails and west ends and south sides and graffiti-fied no-neighbor-hoods.
Who can help us, now? We are blind; our bodies no longer feel; children die and we know no longer how to weep. We send money, but only our wallets feel smaller, and we cannot know larger.
Who can help us cry?
Who will console us who need no consoling? Dance with us when we will not? The only time we grieve is at a funeral; this is something to grieve, yes? We dance only at weddings and nightclubs….
Who will speak with us? Is there anyone? Our talk flees from consequences: we have forgotten soul-wrenching and spirit-opening: we experience not the unknown and unexplainable.
Who can help us, after all this time? To whom can we turn? We have no each other anymore.
Please pass it on.
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Zorba said Trouble?
Zorba said to Boss, Trouble? Life is trouble. Only when you die is no trouble. You need to make trouble: that’s how you know you’re living.
That speaks to me. I need to get out there and make more trouble.
:- Doug.
No need to change the world
This is the work too:
Meeting others where they are
No need to travel
No need to change the world
Meeting is turning
:- Doug.
There is more
There is more
to the world
than numbers Dollars
ideas generated
I only say because
we seldom give it space
there is an arising
there is in us
something of one
if we allow and attend
having come together
an emerging from us
not from any one of us
not that we cobbled up
a true arising as from
the midst
where there is more
:- Doug.
An hour of slides
Do we really think that an hour of slides will contribute greatly to solving all our issues and opportunities, growing as they have been, for decades? Will 3 days of intense work together help more? The decision to give little time and attention may stem from mentally assigning this we face to nameless faceless others.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 945
Footprints in the Windsm # 945
The dancer is happy
The dancer is groaning
Whichever is true
Unlike one taking charge
Unlike most of us numb
Most of the time
The dancer is alive.
Please pass it on.
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Cellophane
Cellophane
the workings of
gluons and quarks and
the tax code
to those of us who
do not study those
things every day
So the workings of minds
when a whole day attending
upon one thing
giving it
a night to percolate
& reweave
—we see right through
what is doing the work
giving us fresh
:- Doug.
Washed away in our deluge
The love we have inside us
The break-throughs that want out of us
The good we would do
We think but a trickle
Yet would we once attend—and act
We’d be washed away in our deluge
:- Doug.
Thumpa thumpa thumpa
We might slow our heads
To the pace of our hearts
Thumpa thumpa thumpa
To see if our listening changes
Into hearing something else
Thumpa thumpa thumpa
To feel for rhythms—to be caught
By rhythms’ whispers
Thrumpa thrumpa thrumpa
:- Doug.
Do we let our decisions
Do we let our decisions emerge from us and our setting, or do we pursue them with effort? What are the goods and bads of each way? What if we sat with our question for a time—silently?
:- Doug.
