Archive for April, 2015

when we are adjectives to one another

We are most ourselves when we are adjectives to one another: modifying, touching, growing, meaning making.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 17th, 2015 | No Comments »

G is present

G is present. That perhaps is even better than verb: to be adjective.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 16th, 2015 | No Comments »

conversing of the deepest

Being present is conversing of the deepest kind.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 16th, 2015 | No Comments »

the window through which

The window through which I observe the world is the same window through which the world observes me.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 16th, 2015 | No Comments »

nothing can connect us

Actually, nothing can connect us, for we already are.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 16th, 2015 | No Comments »

Words

Words can connect us, but at a point they always get in the way.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 16th, 2015 | No Comments »

Our world transitional

Our world transitional: moving from transactional to loving…or we can work in that direction.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 15th, 2015 | No Comments »

the dis-eases of dying?

What are the dis-eases of dying?
Won’t be here
Others will hurt
Meaninglessness
Forgotten
Extreme medicalism

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 15th, 2015 | No Comments »

sand your fingertips

this is subtle
(sand your fingertips)
you are hearing yourself
nor the shallow you
nor solitary

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 15th, 2015 | No Comments »

The politician

The politician is about presence.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 15th, 2015 | No Comments »

The antidote

The antidote is about presence.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 15th, 2015 | No Comments »

Making art is

Making art is
Making sense of our lives
Of memento mori, memento vivere

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 14th, 2015 | No Comments »

I don’t know

I don’t know
What my message is
—But I’ve got one!

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 14th, 2015 | No Comments »

How present?

How can I be present to you?

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 14th, 2015 | No Comments »

one person

Be just one person. All settings.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 14th, 2015 | No Comments »

This is peace

This is peace. Unknowing. Going.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 14th, 2015 | No Comments »

first poet then lawyer

First a poet. Then a lawyer.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 13th, 2015 | No Comments »

Speak, discover

Speak the lines. Discover the story.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 13th, 2015 | No Comments »

good to not know my message

It may be good to not know too soon what message is coming through me.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 13th, 2015 | No Comments »

Why are we not living?

Why are we not living? We are dulled, our edges removed, as we are tossed around in the mixing machine of life. Yet it is not life that does this to us, but we allow it to happen. We could live. We could leave our near gifts for others and do our true gifts. Do ourselves.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 13th, 2015 | No Comments »

I could relax into not knowing

I could relax into the idea of not knowing. Unknowing going…. Even going on a podium. It is a shared podium, belonging to us all, this earth.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 13th, 2015 | No Comments »

far-ranging message

Perhaps I do not know because of how far-ranging my message is. From G to end of life to living universe to conversing to flow to everything is moving to ripping the grey cloth to meditation/contemplation to wholeness to healing to the all there is to conflict and concord….

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 12th, 2015 | No Comments »

where our largeness is

Maybe the message is that we are large, and our largeness is in that still small whisper we carry around and float within.

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on April 12th, 2015 | No Comments »
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