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Inviting, Freeing, Engaging

:- Doug.

Hope is in engaging
more than in arriving

:- Doug.

The monk in his cell
The nun in hers
The Quaker in Meeting
One still point
Of the turning

:- Doug.

Crabby weather—crabby people

:- Doug.

Some people’s conversations seem all thumbs!

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1649

Here’s how it begins: the loss of free speech. Thin skin complaining, ridicule, intimidation. After a stage play an actor addresses the Vice President-elect. It matters not about what. Then the President-elect whines and complains. Then no one big voice or small stands up for the actor’s—and our—free speech.

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We are the ones
to bring lovingkindness
to make the world alive green and juicy

:- Doug.

It seems these days to solve one problem causes two others. No one has all the answers. This is intimation, would we open our tastebuds, of the mutuality of the whole.

:- Doug.

Conversation
sacred
threshold

:- Doug.

Sacredness is expansion of spirit
Radiating
In and from life

:- Doug.

loud crying ambulance
o, help! I whisper
pray not to nor for
simply notice
the all
garnering
EMTs, wounded, you

:- Doug.

Friend, melding into you….

:- Doug.

I find myself wondering about the party tonight. Maybe I will find a nook to sit and invite people to gather and converse and perhaps go deeply. See how that works. Create a quiet contemplative eye for the turning party.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1648

Just now I sat still and slid into a more contemplative space. There must be a way to go there more often, more reliably. Take a walk on this path and always end up at the edge of the world.

It takes turning toward the precipice. Toward the circumspice. Toward the unknown. Toward not knowing.

It feels like it wants stilling: stilling our accustomed direction, questioning our momentum.

It wants too my opening, my willingness, my softening to the wider to enter me, my allowing me to enter the breeze.

Dropping analysis, even this analysis: blurring, blending, melding….

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If we had a play where everybody was the protagonist and everybody the supporting actors, it would be just like life.

:- Doug.

We say everyone is connected. The way is via conversation. We cut off our relatedness when we choose not to converse. It’s not warm and cuddly—even most of the time—conversing can leave you feeling attacked or unworthy. Converse anyway. Open yourself even to this.

:- Doug.

An Indian fall
nameless! faceless!
leagues-away in green backed bunkers
hiring helicopters badges automatic rifles
one says jobs others economic progress
tax revenues
private property
tied together (re-lig-io)
by golden black ooze in pipes
overrunning first peoples
red skinned the reason?
superstitious or deeply spiritual?
can land be sacred?
or only owned?
450 years ago who “owned” this land?
how did this “ownership” begin?
with other guns soldiers canon pigs?
in our century is there room
to ask one another?

:- Doug.

Kneeling is a way
to fly

:- Doug.

As if conversation matters
as if participation matters
as if meeting matters
a way to live
consciousness rearranged

:- Doug.

You are conversing!

:- Doug.

Cast about in autumn’s breeze
leaf you are a-shimmering
might we say hanging on
you might know
you’ll fly
and die
furthering the circle of life

:- Doug.

Let’s work on that little piece of ageism.

:- Doug.

Wisdom needs application for activation.

:- Doug.