Lifting a hair?
When others stand in your presence, what of human Being do they hear? What through you do they taste, sniff, see, feel? What breeze of Being lifts a hair on their head? Can you stand out of the way?
:- Doug.

When others stand in your presence, what of human Being do they hear? What through you do they taste, sniff, see, feel? What breeze of Being lifts a hair on their head? Can you stand out of the way?
:- Doug.
In conversing we are opening windows, doors, and skylights into each other’s worlds—again, we are deciphering the poems we are—then entering—then coming back into our own world, now larger.
:- Doug.
To enter into one other person’s life—to seek to understand that person’s history and ways—to walk in his moccasins, look out through her eyes—is to somehow touch the lives of all persons. Each one of us is a microcosm. Each one reflects all. Said another way, all are jewels on Indra’s net.
:- Doug.
Anger and pain can be overcome if only in part, by reaching out of my little balled-up self and entering by imagination into the life of my friend who has hurt me, or whom I have wounded. Of course, it only goes one way, heals only one side, my own. But there is a chance it touches my friend.
:- Doug.
Wispy the breezes
from you from me
satiation
is probably
not what we want
:- Doug.