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The only answer to despondency is imagination. If you are stuck or find another stuck and no way out, look toward your imagination, or another’s, or ours. Even if you cannot see, trust that some one or ones can, for divinity is in humans. When there is no way, imagination offers a way.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 775

Breezes, Bees and Butterflies
Do dwell within my Heart?
All Fields, and all the Meadows wide,
Spaces open too?

You, idea Wild
You, our every Child
Feral Butterfly
Up on the Breeze
Bee among the Clover sweet
You, the Blood that feeds our Heart

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Today I read Emily Dickinson’s “It’s all I have to bring today—” (# 26):

“It’s all I have to bring today—
This and my heart beside—
This, and my heart, and all the fields—
And all the meadows wide—
Be sure you count—should I forget
Some one the sum could tell—
This, and my heart, and all the Bees—
Which in the Clover dwell.”

One commentator says “this” is the poem itself: that helps me.

Emily’s poem could also be read allegorically, G!d speaking: This poem that you are feeling and you are just getting ready to write is all I have to bring today, this and my heart beside, this and my heart and all the fields and all the meadows wide…. This and my imagination, which is in this poem and my heart and yours….

—and my heart and all the fields and all the meadows wide and all the open spaces of all the places and all the open times—

And all the Breezes/Floating with our butterflies….

Transformation is about seeing. Transformation is about small changes. Transformation of the world is then in small things that I do now. The Little Flower and Mother Teresa were both onto something large: small things. This is not just changing a little corner of the universe, but is in fact the still point of the turning cosmos. This still point is less a place and more:

Transformation comes in
seeing
small changes
your “little” life

Transformation is
in the still point of the turning
large shifts in small bundles
an opening of the eye

Do the bees and the butterflies dwell in my heart? And fields, and meadows wide, and open spaces, too?

Breezes, Bees and Butterflies
Do dwell within my Heart?
All Fields, and all the Meadows wide,
Spaces open too?

This seems to be you, Lord: breezes, bees and butterflies, imagination wide as the fields the meadows touch and all that touches them, and feral too and so are we and wild.

Little things and large are seeded here. It is all real, as real as a seed and a child and an idea Wild.

You, idea Wild
You, our every Child
Feral Butterfly
Up on the Breeze
Bee among the Clover sweet
You, the Blood that feeds our Heart

:- Doug.

O! Were that all humans were poets
—and we are!
in chrysalis—
telling forth the imagination of G!d
writing and reading scriptures as allegory
calling all humans to our apocalypse
divinity alive—
participating in this life!

:- Doug.

We live in questions
For we are questions
We struggle to know the answers
about our lives
“Why am I here?”
“What is the meaning of my life?”
When all along it is our place to
ask questions of life
“What do we want to make of life?”
“What new questions do we demand from life?
The essence of our life is in the questions we ask
the questions asked of us
and the questions we ask in response
It is up to us to ask the questions
of life
We live in questions
For we are questions

:- Doug.

Knowledge can say nothing about unique events. That’s why experience ever desecrates anything new.

:- Doug.

Notice what we are noticing.

:- Doug.

We must get beyond dogmatism or we will surely die. We will kill each other off. We will strangle our imaginations. Same thing.

:- Doug.

Not conservation but working within is best. We cannot go back and become ancient tribes again. Nor would it be good to preserve something solely because it exists. Neither is it good to throw it away because it is in our way. Nor to destroy. Weave what is into what might be. Be a friend to all coming your way. Assist. Gentle go among.

:- Doug.

Your breeze come, your fish splash, your bee buzz among us.

For yours is the fruitful breeze, and the powerful butterfly, and the beauteous bee….

:- Doug.

Sometimes the butterfly just cocoons herself off from the activity of the world; when it is time she emerges: beauty!

:- Doug.

Loose connections and fuzzy logic and immediacy: this is the stuff of meeting and imagination and life! This is the stuff of the bee and the butterfly and the breeze!

:- Doug.

This is a world of imagination, of creating the world we want.

:- Doug.

Let us be about meeting the world, which is the body of G-d. Let us touch. Let us be about touching and being held in arms. Embody, for the body is the soul. Use some four letter words, like held, body, soul, hand, hear, hugg!

:- Doug.

We are not talking, we are conversing, and that is a vastly different thing. We are meeting. We are betweening. We are opening the I and the Thou to intimate change; we are conceiving a third person in between; and all three of us are working on the things and the persons in our world. Our work on them is effective because all three of us have a field of influence, and our ideas and imaginations are the very seeds of effort.

:- Doug.

The expanding eyes
of humankind
bring into being:
imagination demands
audacity

:- Doug.

The universal home is ready for us to inhabit
We walk through it unseeing each day
Or we could choose a hell
All just here and in between

:- Doug.

Let us shape a conscious vision out of life
Form an actual being from our becoming
Putting to work what we are seeing—
The larger body of humanity
Is the human form of G*d

:- Doug.

Conflict without confrontation
Integration without assimilation

:- Doug.

G*d is no holy knife, cutting right from wrong
(Stay away from that tree!)
rather seeds in us and spreads manure upon
divine imagination

:- Doug.

You think you know
what’s good and what’s evil
that is what kills
says G*d
kills imagination
our life

:- Doug.

This is the sign
here is how you will know—
—Humans are beginning to dream.

:- Doug.

In the beginning is conversation
and the conversation is with G-d
and the between is G-d
All things are imagined in conversation
and nothing is imagined without conversation
Conversation is the life of humankind
and the life is the light in the darkness
and the darkness cannot grasp it

:- Doug.