All images: but none alone
G is the whole. All images, but none alone.
:- Doug.

Can we do something new in this community—and better? Can we be the ones to take the next step forward?
:- Doug.
Traces of the whole
in each part
Too the other way round
Work to see & skill
In you & me & today our traces
:- Doug.
“We play what we hear”
We invite where we are invited
Rather, where we are received
:- Doug.
Wanting the game, neighborhood children
for shorter ones allow more tries, shorten distances
Do we as adults still want the game?
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1344
One poem, one scrap
of paper can only free
its one butterfly
Please pass it on.
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The way we make this the best place to die is to sand our fingertips: to develop our sensitivity to people and their way of dying. Our compassion. We put ourselves in their shoes—won’t we get there someday, too? How do they want to be met? Met, not treated—this is not about doing to. All life is a walking with, a helping one another. How can you, in your work, be strong in your compassion: feel with?
:- Doug.
Do we help people find their
genius, passion & will
or do we continue to put it off
to a day—
which comes when?
:- Doug.
To my friends in the wisdom class:
At 66 years of age
What does it mean to not have wisdom?
To have not depth?
At what age does it arrive?
Can anyone teach me
How to find it?
:- Doug.
Our task an ancient one
in this prosaic meeting room
educare
to draw out
this people, us
:- Doug.
How did air come in
& become part of my body?
Essential it is to me yet
“outside” “me”
When I take it in
my body metamorphoses
me into it
& I exhale part of me
In this change
the air becomes more
complete
:- Doug.
I speak forth
of participation
not because it is the only
rather in our individualistic age
it is the orphan
:- Doug.
To whom does the soul sing singing alone?
ecstatic, grateful, praising?
whom does the soul meet
for meeting there be?
expression requires no hearing whom
participation is otherwise
in this world we are surely so invited
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1343
We have met the
nuanced, beautiful, stirring,
mysterious, visionary,
compassionate ones:
& they are us!
(Even me? Yes!)
Please pass it on.
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Grow to the size of your reality
play! tell your grandchild a story! experiment!
give the organic principle
a soft space
in which to sprout
:- Doug.
If we (today)
cannot give over to wholeness
this entire project
then a few
matchstrokes in the dark
:- Doug.
Poetry is
the baffling wedding
of those we think discordants
paradox & metamorphosis
fusion transcendent
:- Doug.
Let us remove our shoes here
before the Holy Fecund
alive in every woman & man
:- Doug.