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To make us disappear
To live toward our death
This is what we are about
Every day & month & year
Not fearing but courting
When we seek to be part
To fit in, to have faith
& esprit de corps
To contribute the best of us
To distinguish ourselves
In our death is fulfillment not rest
Meaning death bestows on life
We touch our impending death
And cry for the blossoms of spring
Yet they too die & each year
Cry for yourself then
& live the more for life
This life of all

:- Doug.

Our individual views of the world are special—and different—because we are seeing G*d from inside the exploding fireball.

:- Doug.

The inner is experienced as inner because we are with it, through and through, woven.

:- Doug.

Wholing means bringing us forth out of the whole.

:- Doug.

When we are in the womb growing our arms and legs they come out of the whole, and are not assembled together and made into us. This is indeed how we see the world, and indeed how it is. We are not like mechanical robots where you pull an arm off the shelf and bolt it on a body, and then insert a computer. Biological process starts with a whole, then develops.

So these structure-preserving changes are how we develop physically, and how we do socially: little pieces of each other help us all grow, and we are community before we are individuals. We develop, like images on a photographic paper—already there, becoming more and more distinct as we grow.

:- Doug.

Conversational deepener: What is the mystery of life?

:- Doug.

How can we have structure-preserving transformations in people?

:- Doug.

It’s the other way round: you’re building the elements from the whole.

:- Doug.

The way of the universe is simple, homely.

:- Doug.

Our larger work is about imagining the immediate uses of all that meets us, and then getting to work on making it happen. Imagining work.

:- Doug.

A single embracing whole
of which I am a part
this I desire
this I have

:- Doug.

It takes intelligence to play, more to laugh, still more to cry.

:- Doug.

My job is to tease out the rainbow light in each I meet and invite him and her to play with us.

:- Doug.

This war on people who are ill with drugs is getting us no where.

:- Doug.

This is about inviting people back to whole.

:- Doug.

When you are made of something
it is inside you
and larger than you
this wholeness

:- Doug.

Prophets need to get out of their house because no one will hear them from inside.

:- Doug.

G*d is at times made more visible, more pregnant, when we are less explicit. Hint. Tell stories. Give G*d room to play.

The bridge is the story, conversation, your pain heard, telling your dream, meeting.

:- Doug.

Perform on earth for the people
to see, see?
to face the I which faces us
to make beauty
to make life
For your vision loose its power
do on earth for the people to enter

:- Doug.

Life flows
only flows
& this invites
everything else

:- Doug.

Community is primary, tend here. Community is primary, open here. Community is the primary mode of G*d: G*d is love and to love we need flow, someone to love: that means community. Community then is the very essence of G*d, the very essence of the all there is. This spells meeting and conversing and moving, ever moving.

:- Doug.

Community came before persons
From the egg & the sperm
From mother & father cooing
From teacher & police officer & coaches
Turn and face us

:- Doug.

To a 12-year old girl
sitting on a stool:
How did you get here
aged beyond your years?
….
Hacking off my Tutsi legs
the right one took many blows
I screamed and screamed
one of you twelve
stuffed my panties in my mouth
duct tape over my mouth and nose
barely could I breathe
….
my arms
you threw in the weeds
I could not reach them
….
You ripped my flesh
but little thing it was
you also ripped my soul
& where it heals
it heals hard
where it was soft
& where it stays raw
it lets out my anger
so my grieving is never
touched by time
stays new each moment
and I am ever yelling
“Evil! Evil! Evil!
You were my neighbors
Is there no one to stand by me
stand and not speak
for I no longer have
fingers to cling to you
but only eyes
Evil! Evil! Evil!
Stand by me!”

:- Doug.