Your name
I am not forgetful. I know you. I just can’t remember.
:- Doug.

I see nothing more in you than you could see, but I see, I work to see, I roll in, my imagination.
:- Doug.
Is my interpretation of my Vision the final? Never! It is only mine. But it is my act preparatory to my acting.
:- Doug.
I want to jump up and down,
dance & shout!
What? I don’t know! It’s grand!
Let it out! Run & play!
This is life!
:- Doug.
There is a speed of the engine
and a speed along the road
Which do you slow for friends?
:- Doug.
There is an ocean of soul close over your head, waiting to burst. Poke. Wait.
:- Doug.
I’m writing—no, I’m uncovering—a world of worlds infused—shot through—with radiance—a garden shining!
:- Doug.
O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us
To gie oursels as ithers gie us!
‘Tis here: improvisingly—us!
:- Doug.
Don’t think I am writing this story to say I have the answer, to teach. Oh no, no, no. I am as lost as you, probably more. Together improves our chances of finding our way.
:- Doug.
We need each of us to cross
The flood of the not knowing we
Sometimes taste and sometimes not
:- Doug.
For all I write of Through
Do not get through your talking
Find friend, hide
:- Doug.
If this all is radiant
I read all books as poetry
Union spreads and spreads
My wind circles
Throughout you, endless sky
:- Doug.