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Speak up!
It’s the only way to better our society
We’re the only ones it’s got

:- Doug.

Holy is hearing

:- Doug.

Hearing is a work of God
perhaps the prime

:- Doug.

Of us something more is required
Beyond what we can see there is more
The more is creating

:- Doug.

Smart phones have increase exponentially the speed with which we can display our stupidity.

:- Doug.

We have created this monster called society and only we can teach it manners.

:- Doug.

Can people who have Alzheimer’s Disease suffer from it? Surely those around them do, and surely this person experiences pain. Pain is part of the human daily condition. But suffering is optional. We might wonder if, without memory of the pain, suffering exists or persists.

:- Doug.

Conflict is always about something else.

:- Doug.

It is all more complex than that.

:- Doug.

They put the old man in a home
Without e’en so much as a comb
But he fooled them all:
One day late in fall
Eloped with his bride to the Dome

:- Doug.

The divine whole
Out of which we came
Calls us larger

:- Doug.

Public opinion did not exist
before there was a public
public arose as we
came closer together
can we invent conversation
as the stories
come closer together?

:- Doug.

Are open
my eyes
some days
look then
look here

:- Doug.

The edges and corners of the ceiling
O! They want to hold me from
Flying! Flying!
Yet they cannot!
I will fly!
Out the windows
Through the floor!

:- Doug.

Does compacting
Together our alonenesses
Lead to our crazinesses?

:- Doug.

Wanted: Kindly person,
lover of old folks, life, and
spreadsheets

:- Doug.

Today I feel that touching you is as simple as turning my face to the winds. Why does it feel so dry other days? Yet: here are you!

:- Doug.

Feeling connected to You, a big, expansive, all including all You. All you have shown me this morning! Much to record, and much yet to “see.”

:- Doug.

Beautiful weather for the
soul to fly
upon the feet of the windiness

:- Doug.

My imagination is real.

:- Doug.

When
Your God is too small
You shrivel
Then
Turn and see
The conflagration
In the hills
Of some planet
Light years of light years
From here
In the Real

:- Doug.

Your presence, man
Your presence, woman
Comes to us
Is perceived by us
Long before you walk before us

:- Doug.

The show!
a single tree
left side only
ablaze top to bottom
in the morning sun!

:- Doug.