The tree toughened
Only the tree toughened by the winter’s ravages is ready for the spring’s lightning, the wind’s tearing.
:- Doug.
Only the tree toughened by the winter’s ravages is ready for the spring’s lightning, the wind’s tearing.
:- Doug.
Poetry is not words so much as sound and rhythm and utterance from essence, deep speaking to its own kind.
:- Doug.
Where does God play?
The playground, how large?
The monkey bars, how much fun?
:- Doug.
No one should be hurt. Non-violence is non-hurting. Or at least working toward non-hurting. And at greatest working toward nurturing.
:- Doug.
Together we are more than we are.
:- Doug.