Familiar scent
I don’t know spiritual, but I recognize; a friend whose name is forgotten, a familiar scent.
:- Doug.
I don’t know spiritual, but I recognize; a friend whose name is forgotten, a familiar scent.
:- Doug.
A glass of icy water is denied people in the hospital. The touch of cold glass, the crystal clarity to look through. Sparkling in the sunlight!
:- Doug.
If you express your art
because it must out
or from love for the generations
it yet nourishes
:- Doug.
Every death diminishes me
perhaps frees me and others
lays on me responsibility
:- Doug.
Spirit, breath, wind, and mist
come and go on
understanding cannot grasp
we arise of these?
in the grasp of these?
even now worked?
:- Doug.
Every one, part of the all, can teach me of the all there is, were I to absorb open.
:- Doug.
Let us be intentional about our language, speaking of the gentle dialogue and conversing, rather than the violent discussion.
:- Doug.
So the lesson today is to write my quest to keep going into spirit. Spirit is perhaps a stream, and there is no way to find the source and the basin draws us. Where does it go? What is useful? It goes where it goes; where it goes is good; it goes on; from there. It is useful by making us useful. It is useful by opening us.
Why and why again. Why is vulnerable opening useful? It makes us bigger, more whole. Whole becoming more.
Can I go from there? I think I can, but it is work, it is pain, it is loss.
The loss of loved ones tears us open with a dull blade. It allows torn flesh to heal to torn flesh. Individuals becoming larger by little, by heaps. Whole becoming more.
:- Doug.
Paddle! Muscle! Rest! Follow the main course around the outside edge of the stream—the straight line only takes your canoe to shallow slow water. Stay to the deep and swift.
:- Doug.
This course will kill you (fire or rust: choose your spiritual oxidation).
:- Doug.
Your course
temporary grace
renewable daily
permission begets permission
to receive, to give
enter quest
live sacred
:- Doug.