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Sit next to the waters’ edge, listen to the ineffable whispers.

:- Doug.

A wandering dervish goes in love, with his or her presence asks provisions, exchanging therefor blessings of generosity and conversing, a glimpse into unbounded time-space.

:- Doug.

Invite people to help in big ways.

:- Doug.

Meeting is medicine
Coming together is whole-making
Healing comes in We packages

:- Doug.

Simply be
a true human being
all else is a billboard in a scenic vista

:- Doug.

Kingdoms we no longer understand
Fits us better today: milieu

:- Doug.

The wind turns me, dan-
ces me, in love I am with
this divine milieu

:- Doug.

If we have thrown it all in, maybe this is how we do our next years, asking those in malls, churches, restaurants to consider the others, the margins, the voices unheard. Whispering to them: Consider, consider…. Throw in your whole selves…. Roll the dice of your life, see what you can win for all….

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1156

Somewhere in the foggy mists
Of everyday
Your true face waits to shine
With its original divinity

Please pass it on.

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The colors of spring
come at different times or
the bees would get drunk

:- Doug.

It takes seed
earth, rain, lightning
air, sun, warmth
time, life, weeding
mulch, bees, butterflies
microbes, fertilizer, worms
all these peoples
in our garden
to grow an
idea into a
work that nourishes

:- Doug.

Throw in yourself!
Throw in
Your Self!
A street dervish
Begs your generous response
Not for the dervish’s good
For the world’s!
Throw in not some coins
Not some bills
But your whole wallet
Credit cards and all!
And the hand that is throwing it in!
Count not the cost
Nor try to look ahead
What’s received is what’s thrown

:- Doug.

What is the Baby Boomer Generation generating next?

:- Doug.

Let’s give the oil companies a subsidy—as large, just different from what they have now. Take away the subsidy for producing gasoline and move it to developing new safe sustaining energy. Instead of taking out of our nearly empty piggy bank, they can make and fill a new one.

:- Doug.

Cars & chairs & whippoorwills
Sweat & winks & bitter tears
Stars & moons & baby poop
Symphonies of harp & birdsong
All of these & more make our world one

:- Doug.

When Mom’s mind begins to crack and shrivel
We want to go retrieve the pieces
From our remembered store
Even though we know
There’s no thread to stitch
Memory to flesh

:- Doug.

With fresh eyes I will see something new.

:- Doug.

A big car wreck—trucks too—
twenty, twenty-some vehicles
the center ones transformed out
of recognition inseparable, & some
almost in time stopped, barely
dented, many drive around
this is life & we are this

:- Doug.

We till the garden putting under
Last year’s stalks and leaves
To fertilize, to clear
Hear we plant the seeds
Of this year’s work

:- Doug.

Aswim in the ocean of
Galaxies & universes is
Our particular world of
Little paychecks & big super stores &
Momma’s in the nursing home

:- Doug.

Loud brakes & horn breaking
Your concentration on something
Not here, not now
G*d is
Small child barely noticed pulling
Lightly on your sleeve for
How long? She is too

:- Doug.

Juxtapose
Juxtapose
Just suppose
& use where it takes you
To walk to another town
Juxt suppose
Just depose
Corn and pea pods
From out your garden
Squash the lentils &
Plant party invitations instead
Maybe you’ll harvest
Limericks & piccolos &
Lovers this year!

:- Doug.

What would you write
With your grief-cursor?
What is the rhythm
What the rhyme
Of your father’s shrinking mind
And future?
Where the wholeness
Can you help—or allow—the
Circle to close
This breach that feels so heavy, today?

:- Doug.