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Going around in circles
The wheel progresses

:- Doug.

Do metaphors change
The object, the meaning
Or us?

:- Doug.

The wheel turns
The seasons, the generations, our lives
Rhythms, yes
But as the wheel comes around
A tune is played, a story told
The miles are traversed
To a new road the wheel turns

:- Doug.

The very value of art is in something new revealed. New means change and movement. Movement and change and new seem not always for the good. Movement is either away or toward, imagination or love. We have discovered that all things work together for good, which we not only hope is true but somehow intuit. Although events at times seem headed in the wrong direction, these are the intermediate steps. Ultimately, movement proves good.

:- Doug.

Poetry needs a punch line too. At least if it is to do real work. It needs to switch and take us in an unexpected direction. This is the pleasure of it, and the work of all art.

:- Doug.

Change is movement
Movement change
These please us ever
Poetry rounds the corner
Startles
Into flight
Quickens

:- Doug.

This Now
This entangled
Conversing Now

:- Doug.

The fibers of spirit and matter interweave: each brings forth the other. This is so complex we can follow a thread only till we get tangled.

:- Doug.

The particular holds the universal while the universal holds the particular. My story is ours; if we think it is not, then it points to something that is. Story and deciphering leap-frog one another.

:- Doug.

It to Whole-making are stages in growth of our seeing. We see hints of the entire continuum from unity to diversity, opposition to wholeness.

:- Doug.

The between lives
The dash in I-Thou
Is the necessary person

:- Doug.

Movement becomes meaning.

:- Doug.

Your life whispers to mine and from these touches my life is given life.

:- Doug.

Have you seen that there are two kinds of conversation? Have you seen the debate of academia or of politics or of meaningless chitter-chatter? Have you seen people really connecting? What makes the difference? The difference I see is alertness combined with courageously exposing one’s innards. It is not something you can learn or teach. It is a practice. Take conversation out with you into the world.

:- Doug.

Alertness, vigilance, exposing one’s innards: this is the work, the practice of true conversation.

:- Doug.

Truly, conversation is a practice. Something anyone can do, but which takes a lifetime to learn.

:- Doug.

We are more like the clouds than we think
Our minds converge and diverge in continual movement
See a hand, now a face, now a tractor
Movement we perceive not
Because we attend not
The wind comes, we are gone
Forming again
Folding and unfolding
Persons

:- Doug.

Time too is a flow, a stream moving from source to sea, with eddies swirling along the way where the flotsam and jetsam spin and repeat their motions with variations. Swimmers choose the quiet sides for raising their young, the deeps for feeding, and jump in the main flow for travel, choosing when to stay, when to move, sometimes moving against the flow. Where are the ones who will to change the course of the stream?

:- Doug.

Even if the environs are finite do they encourage growth? Where best can I grow? With finite folks who invite or welcome new thought, or with those who seek infinity in bounded metaphors?

:- Doug.

We are seeing yelling, screaming, conflict. We think it is aberrational, or at least we hope it is. We are only at the start. As our population grows, there will be only more opportunity for differing views and therefore conflict.

:- Doug.

The world is flow of spirit. How can one little squirt help?

:- Doug.

Don’t make a difference…with other folks.

:- Doug.

A magazine is a periodical that arrives before I have opened the last one.

:- Doug.