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Bigger than that
Ever

Divinity
Humanity
All there is

Look larger
Every minute
At every
One
Thing

I don’t write poetry to be poetry
pretty lines, literature
I write poetry because that’s how
the events need
to express themselves

:- Doug.

So slowly, so lazily the snowflakes
came: I could almost count them
Now a gust drives them nearly
parallel with the ground—but they still
make it to their rest
Now thousands form a swirl a hundred yards wide
Again they lazily—not quite as lazily—come
toward me; and I ponder
if they are telling my life

and a tree, from fifty feet up, sways
asking in response

:- Doug.

We are living kaleidoscopic lives: bits and pieces keep rearranging: bodily needs and experiences, love, hate, boredom, overwork, people strange and familiar, loves, could-care-lesses, excitement, interest, strange news, people reaching out to us electronically, food, weather, spirit: all coming at us in a jumbled, ever moving picture show, and we wanting to be met and heard.

:- Doug.

We are now in a pluralistic society, even a confused one. This works! calls one voice. This over here serves our society better, calls another. Each has followers; neither wins. Even the concept of winning suggests pluralism and hegemony. Yet this might just be a phase, and there might be another or others to come, like seeing the common stake and life’s blood in all our diversity. We could work on that.

:- Doug.

From our accumulated joys and tears we can mine good for the next generations.

:- Doug.

These busy days
have me oscillating
to a higher tone

:- Doug.

This is all I can say about God: is.

God is.

God contains at least all that is: wind and stars, storms and love, planets, galaxies and horses, thoughts and concepts and things unthought.

Is.

:- Doug.

What if in prayer, God were praying to us?

:- Doug.

A thought on the picture of God we carry around: This morning I was thinking that God pervades all and us. Interesting root word, vade. It means walking around, and per means thoroughly. It is related to wade. God is wading around in and among us, in our compost heap, perhaps, helping it work. Like a grape stomper, or like sunlight and ubiquitous micro-organisms making the heat.

:- Doug.

There need be no against
Against is created in our minds

:- Doug.

What is worth doing?

:- Doug.

I awoke this morning with thoughts of Zorba: Boss, you gotta live! Get into this thing called life! Dance! Love the one you’re with!

:- Doug.

Today I saw that I do not matter in the sense that my ego and my little life are part of something larger, and that I can hold myself much more lightly. If life gives me pain or disability or incontinence or loss or death, then that is what life brings and I accept. It does no good to fight it and try to get back something that is lost for ever; it makes sense to work on something that can be gained or restored. This is not mainly because it is logic but because it is freeing.

:- Doug.

In the meeting
the meeting is
in the opening

:- Doug.

Take away
the words in the middle
is not
the creator of
life & existence
is beyond their cause
is life & existence
is

:- Doug.

Conversation is not only telling another
nor yet only hearing the other
it is as well readying for the two way opening

:- Doug.

There are moments touched
by a larger
(such a small word is God)

:- Doug.

Life is in the interruptions.

:- Doug.

Do not seek to attract people
Rather speak to and from the really real
within humanity

:- Doug.

Frozen Christianity is
somewhere around the first century
few new parables
few maturer understandings
When will our preachers
give up our childish ways?

:- Doug.

Not a life of balance
A life of wholeness
With welcome for all the oops!

:- Doug.

Our suffering can show us
the limits of God
Arms small enough to embrace us

:- Doug.