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What Jesus was doing: not letting people off the hook. Not allowing them to stay in It. Digging deep. Going to their essences. Buber might have wanted that narrow ridge, but the tugging he was doing was toward Thou, because people easily fall into the slough of It.

:- Doug.

Bring people from It back
across the narrow ridge
to Thou
Invite meeting
Ever

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1503

Embrace the world
as it is
void in metal and clay
makes spoon and bowl
wholeness stands in need
of what is happening
of what is not happening
and might
wholeness and fullness dance
remaining distinct
wholeness contains
what fullness cannot:
emptiness

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Open an invitation for personal reflection and conversing.

:- Doug.

Not a balance but a moving
back and forth—transiting—alternating
stuck is stuck—and deadening

:- Doug.

That’s it—that’s it!
Jesus was asking for a specific response
From each person a meeting
From me
I can ask like from you

:- Doug.

Verily
we need It
but too we need Life

:- Doug.

When you will not see me
When my ideas and I have fallen back to Its for you
Yet must I work to invite you to see and meet

:- Doug.

I maybe don’t agree with you….

:- Doug.

We have lost our vision
we wait around for David
who is not here
to give us our vision
but we could answer
whom are we here for?
what good do we want to do?

:- Doug.

Mostly
Invitations ought be
Inviting

:- Doug.

We use words without thinking as deeply as is available to us. Take “Have a discussion” as an example. We could say “Let’s talk.” But “Have a discussion” sounds so much more substantial: it is formal, aloof, even academic. If we want to come together these are not what we want. Deeper, the roots of discuss suggest violence: percussion, concussion, surely we don’t want striking either.

:- Doug.

exhausted I sleep
I awaken—a new morn
everyday resurrection

:- Doug.

Wind-blown these footprints
in spirit’s conversations
a-drifting am I

:- Doug.

The drift of my words is the thing, not the particular, not any one set of them, each is a leaf, but the grass is more.

:- Doug.

Yes, I have been reading uncle Walt again. Yes, this goes beyond him, as one standing on my shoulders sees further than I.

:- Doug.

Take responsibility for your world
When you have, give more
Grab hold

:- Doug.

of that big part of the each and all of us
that meets the larger of the largers
I sing

:- Doug.

This now I know
I go into a vastly different when
and will as well know it
and will go on from then
offering you my hand as we walk on

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1502

The words that float to the surface
Perhaps are the detritus
Leaving those behind I might go deeper
Maybe there is a calling beyond
Ripping
A word beyond words
Naked frightens me

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To whom we pray
at whom we shake our fist
not whom but modifies
moves meets
this deific is like

:- Doug.

~ looks into me
brings out
of me
~,
me

:- Doug.

Twigs hanging
bring into focus the eye
through which we see one another

:- Doug.