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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1152

The street dervish sees the redbud tree, the white flowers on the pear tree, and sees through them to the fruit in the fall. But what of the redbud he asks: it bears no fruit but seed pods, and its flowers are but for a few days. Its flowers come first with a promise and a fulfillment before the long work of the summer. What is going on here?, asks the dervish. Nature giving the beauty, the bounteous payoff before the work? Smiling he sets to dancing….

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We are all we have. Or if you prefer, we are the only hands of God here now. We need to get to work. We’re the ones here; it’s our job.

:- Doug.

The healing, wholing practice of the lawyer, and of the community disorganizer is bringing us together, turning us to one another.

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Let us stand
Outside ourselves
See whom we can hear
Beyond! Beyond!
Whom are we beyond?

:- Doug.

I live in the middle of the sun and all about me are the rays of the divine. All is afire and exploding outward, embracing.

:- Doug.