Unfold
Unfold
rose
letter
wind
unfold
:- Doug.
We are the ones to decide the respect of Elders write a play talk it up tell a story befriend a grandchild
:- Doug.
I wish I had a hundred years. Remember we used the years we had the way we’d use a hundred more. Be kind. To yourself.
:- Doug.
He is getting his way—making us learn to hate, to anger, to boil. At him. Embrace one another instead.
:- Doug.
Pray as if this prayer meant you today, meant change to what you will do.
:- Doug.
Teeth and tongue
nose and ears
fingers and toes
dreams, converse and embrace
for these God needs, wants us
:- Doug.
Mine is a life of spirit and converse. If my pain, weariness, and unkind treatment is going to remain in the way of that, it is not life.
:- Doug.
In the one light
we welcome you
every you
help us welcome you
help us understand
your pain
your joy
a bit of
your soul
we will work to hear you
In the one light
:- Doug.
Pity
is all
there can be
for him
in soul deep pain
(shallow his soul)
another has gotten press
and so denied it to him
humiliate the other!
even if it does himself harm
pity him
pity him
the little man pained
:- Doug.
Stripped bare nothing left but bone
grieving together
best of human loving
I had an intuition of this
her grandfather, his father died
I drove in the funeral procession
but at 21 I could not yet know
:- Doug.