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Beyond debate
beyond you
beyond me
beyond you and me
to group flowing
effortlessly
where work gets done
and we are real
ourselves
most

:- Doug.

In conversation there is a beyond the between
in the among
we grow when we get there
from our interpersonal
when we meet the one person more
in our midst when we meet
in that breath
out beyond

:- Doug.

Live searchingly unfoldingly
all is unfolding through you
that is what it does
You are enfolding into all
adding your peculiar wrinkle
unfolding enfolding who can tell now
which is where we are
the waves come…you have a role…
the waves come…
take responsibility but not so much

:- Doug.

Do the large thing already.

:- Doug.

Filaments
and threads to follow
Gossamer
and grey cloth covering
Ripping connects?
and the whole is pulsing

:- Doug.

With your calling what is possible?
You refuse it
You can’t believe you heard correctly so you wait for another
You accept your fate
You accept and gladly do
You are excited and rush off, adding your best to the mix
You engage others

:- Doug.

O what it is possible for you together to do!

:- Doug.

Speaking together is midwifery
Hearing, conceiving
O darkness, O silenceunderlying words,
Before conceiving, connecting

:- Doug.

We are holding ourselves back
Analyzing our mistakes
Wringing our hands over our sins
When we could be doing some good

:- Doug.

Come take my hand and we will run
beyond the granite where our thoughts are carved
beyond all present thinking
out here is a land where we can meet and play

The land we can call Savoring
we can call Presence
we can call Real
we can call More
we can call The Land Beyond Thinking and Feeling
we can call The Space Where We Can Be

Here is the well-spring of each and all
Here are the headwaters of conflict and partial wholenesses
Here is humanity in all its textures and flavors
Here is the challenge to love

Here.

:- Doug.

These bodies walk around inside the vastnesses of our souls
And our souls within the vastnesses of our spirits
These bodies are our souls’ fingertips touching each other’s skin
Toes in the sand, ears to catch the rustle of leaves and the katydid song
One

:- Doug.

“Display” the teacher said, “is transformational.”
“Why should that be so?” I asked,
“Is it a way to get on-purpose about transformation?
Or just a way to open consciousness?”
“Observer participancy?” asked the teacher,
“Love? Seeing who we are and how
Allows us to choose?”
I chose.

:- Doug.

In conversation we surprise
ourselves by what we say
more truly, by what we hear
of what we say

:- Doug.

You can trust people to transform
When conscious space is open
You did
Shh. Wait.

:- Doug.

Meet whomever comes to you
My poems want for a safe space
—They are fearful
Wondering if you will be kind
These poems are timid—they hide
Behind words, and say a little less
You must tease them out, yield
A spell of your life to the whole
Or simply stand with
People are poems too

:- Doug.

Let’s start a Live Poets Society.

:- Doug.

That part of us which does not build us up will one day be redeemed, made over into what does build us up. This perhaps is the meaning of hell and heaven.

:- Doug.

You are the most unique, special, one-of-a-kind person I have met all day. (That is to say, You have that of G*d within you!) Tell me more!

:- Doug.

Listen no more. Hear.

:- Doug.

Pressing on comes from memory. Listening, hearing, is harder: it requires presence, abandon, all of you.

It is a peeling of the onion—you from the outside, me from the inside, both from both sides—till we meet between and see that our roots are the same.

:- Doug.

Hear them out.

:- Doug.

“I see you,” Sawubona, is the Zulu common greeting on meeting and parting. It is profound, saying I am taking the time to recognize you as a person. To reclaim you as person. It is bringing earthiness to the eastern namasté—for the person is.

:- Doug.

Fundamentalists are people who have only heard part of the story and are trying with that to construct a life around their anger.

:- Doug.