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The painting!
A modern day Blake!
He just keeps showing up!

:- Doug.

Retire?
Not done contributing to the world
(Whether it wants it or not!)

:- Doug.

The presence of you
is unexpected, abnormal
and yet…

:- Doug.

Friend, into your holy swirls, your unexpected presence here!

:- Doug.

I must, I must
speak out of the dream
for them, for them
hang on, hang on
the dream, the dream!

:- Doug.

Friend, into your fertilizing world. Spread widely now.

:- Doug.

I’m living in a picture-infested world. Usually not even recognizing them as pictures.

Some pictures start as events, then quickly become morphing memories; others start as an invention, often from mixing memories.

Stories flow from pictures. Stories are critters we are less apt to recognize for their origins and nature.

We have mini-stories we carry around with us: metaphors. These swarm about us, enwrapping body, soul, and mind.

Do we see anymore? Curious, could we?

:- Doug.

I like that picture of rattling around inside of an intangible.

:- Doug.

Why are you still coming to this class?

:- Doug.

It is a matter of dropping into the inside of wisdom, rattling around in there, being curious what we might see. Where is your curiosity?

:- Doug.

Make a list of things that attract your truest, most central, self.

:- Doug.

It all integrates
these mosquitoes, apples,
this pond, that horse,
this world,
the all there is

:- Doug.

We must evolve into one another
unfold ourselves into each other, them into us

:- Doug.

I’m living in a word-infested world.

:- Doug.

light ripples across
maple leaves hanging o’er pond
this world flows and tricks

:- Doug.

How do you express your truest self when you are in that place? Song, journaling, poetry, dance, painting, art, something entirely else?

:- Doug.

Wholes within, without. All, ever, turning. Background, forground, all ground, all field, all.

:- Doug.

I am shifting, plicating, flexuating: moving, trickstering, not what you thought nor even where you thought nor I for that matter, showing, disappearing, elusive yet this is life yes?

:- Doug.

Transformation contains
and generates itself
circles within, without

:- Doug.

Grow a tomato,
grow a rose, see the lake, for
now: before I die

:- Doug.

What is the truth you see? What is the world you see?

:- Doug.

Friend, need your stillness. Swirling stillness. Deeper, deeper, swirls within swirls, up and deeper, ever.

:- Doug.

When you’re in space
Which is deeper?
Which is higher?

:- Doug.