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To do-be holy-through
Is a choice given us
For all this life that remains

:- Doug.

Don’t worry over words: Come to the vision.

:- Doug.

Caution: Thinking oft gets in the way of ripening vision.

:- Doug.

Your footprints, mine, this path
that never was

:- Doug.

Ink, pen, paper
You, hot chocolate, I
Woven birthing

:- Doug.

I was trying to cut with blunt edged words
Activate through-sight:
Look not with eyes, but through them

:- Doug.

Find what’s precisely here to be found
This one’s soul’s humanity
Till a moment ago, covered over to you

:- Doug.

Conversation is a way
that moves
as you move

:- Doug.

You stand and walk away, I disappear
You come down to face a hurting child, I am near
You sit to hug away the separation, there!
I am your lap, I am an instant world
Of you and child and all there is

:- Doug.

Humans walk into a ripe orchard
reach for one another’s hand
their hearts find here a juiciness
in this touch—which touch?—
a grandeur not for eyes

:- Doug.

From the seer-seen comes generosity. The cup overflows not from being poured into, but through.

:- Doug.

A conversation is not a journey but a hearth, flagon, and victuals along the way, not standing in the way of progress, but progress itself.

:- Doug.

This is a larger world than we think we see. We see only so far and much and other as our minds make.

:- Doug.

Searching soul, do you
with me find you yearn for
the spirit of Zorba?

:- Doug.

You can still be kind
And so to underturn.

:- Doug.

Not visionary
I choose sensorary

:- Doug.

If you don’t traffic with that holy ground today, how will you ever know its texture?

:- Doug.

From twenty past four this morning
Instantly aware! For two hours:
Fire! Fire! Fire!

:- Doug.

A bird is a triangle
viewed from here.

:- Doug.

Each thing we create can be turned against us, harm us, even kill us. No matter whether algorithm, corporation, machine, house, baby, or conversation. Fear not. What makes us safe are continual creativity, opening awareness, and lovingkindness toward each and every. So bring on your learning computers.

:- Doug.

Mr. P, I’m sorry that the world is racing ahead of you, that you want to turn it back, slow it down, have it be understandable again. The voices! The languages! The words! How they must spin for you. They come at you! You want to slow them. Stop them.

:- Doug.

How do we know what green looks like to another person?
By conversing.
And how do we know by conversing?
By how it feels, sir,
By how it feels.

:- Doug.

Explain it I will
not. I can
not.

:- Doug.