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When we die, we shed the limitations of this skin, these bones, and we fly. We make even better.

:- Doug.

This is how the earth renews itself, how life renews itself, how we all live: through giving in small ways and large, but giving in all cases our all.

:- Doug.

Disorganize your community, invite people to take charge for the world.

:- Doug.

In charge!
In charge!
Not they!
Not they!
We!
We, We, We,
All the way home!

:- Doug.

The bad news is “They” are not in charge; the good news is, it’s all up to us!

:- Doug.

I invite people to engage the world.

:- Doug.

G*d is drawing us together
to send us out
to draw us together
to send us out—

:- Doug.

I’m reminding people of their genius and their likeness, and that is disorganizing enough.

:- Doug.

There are stories here, stories we can tell each other to remind us of our likenesses and genius. Stories of people painting a meeting room that had not been painted in 26 years because we thought we had to ask an architect to choose the color. Stories of a KKK member who wanted a platform from which to harangue others who was contained by a handful of people in conversation. Stories of people finding ways to forgive those who killed all the members of their family. Stories of people flying around the world without refueling, running miles faster than anyone thought possible. Stories of school children changing the course of a government. Stories of people, possible!

:- Doug.

When we gather in circle we are glimpsing the imagination in others and in ourselves, we are touching both our likeness and our variety, and we are lifted. Here is hope; we are possible. Our resources are what they always were: ourselves—our genius and our likeness—each other. And we see this truth, this beauty, this goodness.

:- Doug.

G*d is the poetic genius in every person, the imagination, the spirit. G*d is spread far and wide, the imagination in trees and birds and stars. G*d is visible with those for eyes to see, eyes of imagination, eyes of meditation and contemplation, eyes of touching hands and touched hearts.

:- Doug.

She dreams of meeting Mom again
after the Alzheimer’s goes away
He dreams of eating a meal
finding a job
productive again
Dream beyond
a chicken in our pot
a car in our garage
Dream of
children the world around
freed of images of burning bodies
and Mommies raped and
Daddies beheaded
children free and healthy
playing on the grass
Paint with dreams

:- Doug.

I’m recruiting community disorganizers—people who will meet with others and discover that they are in charge of the world: they will rearrange the world.

:- Doug.

I’m a community disorganizer. I invite people to meet. People find out that they are possible. People change what needs changing.

:- Doug.

Governments, corporations and charities do not exist. They are purely constructs of our imaginations. Therefore, governments, corporations and charities can do nothing to help the situation. Only people are possible.

:- Doug.

Opening space is good for getting work done; but more importantly is its role of getting people to say, We can do that.

People see that they have resources and abilities beyond what they had imagined a few minutes earlier.

:- Doug.

The work of opening space and circles is showing us people are possible: right here, right now, we can make this better.

:- Doug.

This work is calling people to their highest and best.

:- Doug.

G*d’s attention
is focused
on each
yet G*d
has no
focal point

:- Doug.

G?d is underneath, in the back of our minds and hearts, beyond one single mind acting as puppet master, having the nature of meta communities of intelligences, swirling, swirling, pulsing just outside our consciousness, all, all.

:- Doug.

We all have power; we all have resources: and these beyond what we imagined.

:- Doug.

G?d is the hum
of the crickets
of the whales
of the universe
underneath, underneath
daily real
surpassing intelligence of one
with thrumming all

:- Doug.