Hidingly
Life is hidingly cyclical
Unwrappingly we may allow it
:- Doug.
Life is hidingly cyclical
Unwrappingly we may allow it
:- Doug.
Entangled in music
We are
:- Doug.
The streets were made in music
And we were made entangling
:- Doug.
Music entangled us.
:- Doug.
There is a language of dreams which we can hear just before awakening.
:- Doug.
We have such mechanical metaphors these days, or electronic ones, as if we were machines with on, off, and pause buttons—and fast forward. Might we find ways to heal our metaphors, our ways of speaking to others and ourselves? Ways to be gentle, organic, soft, wet, flowering?
:- Doug.
In an unknown tongue
hear, hear a conversation
hear human thrust
meet heart
beyond mere meaning
:- Doug.
Dream, float, melt, Elder:
Harden to stone
Travel, Make the path anew
:- Doug.
This is the easy stuff—working with things that don’t fight back—much: wood, dirt, machines, laws, bureaucracies. But when they do fight back, hard, or especially when they are unsure, that’s the tough stuff: for instance, our own resolve and habits.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2100
The very leaning in of this work is to produce surprises.
Staring
into deep waters
accustoming
eyes to shadow light
there!
a fish flashes
turns and is
gone
was it ever
there?
dogsplash!
Please pass it on.
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I don’t have it figured out. None of us do. None of it.
The rock melts. The world flows. Soft becomes rock.
:- Doug.