Don’t sell: share
Don’t sell: share
:- Doug.
What if God were not high in the sky
but deep beneath our feet
giving us our dancing rhythms?
:- Doug.
Does a poem need to be long? If you have something to say, then find a way to say it concisely whether direct or indirect. And yet, there is sometimes a need to be with for a spell.
:- Doug.
Into the woods I go, in search of you, God and Gods of my spirit. Into the city I go, into the meeting, into the noises, machine made and human made, yelling and screaming and screeching and rumbling, into the lightning I go. Into my head, and my body, into my imagination, into another’s grief and mine, into another’s hopes and ours. Into myself and into another, and in between another and I, and among us all. Sitting still, allowing, being, becoming, not going. In the backwoods and the slums, in the glass and steel towers, in the closets and the public places, in the woods and ponds and skies: these are places, your places, but they do not satisfy. And then comes a touch, a whisper of air.
:- Doug.
The more you use it
The less you lose it
—your mind, your soul, your spirit?
:- Doug.
In the book of life
we each have some chapters
yet no chapter is life’s end
maybe one is the last in which you appear
or maybe you set in motion what comes after
or make meaning of who or what came before
yet all tell this story we share
:- Doug.
In our politics we steel ourselves
To others by vilifying those
Who think other thoughts
What if we saw ourselves flesh
They no more but friends together we?
What share we in common
But the robin’s call, bright sun
At morning, stormy afternoons,
And desire for our grandchildren’s good?
Those can be our strong enough
Foundations & leaders: we might lift eyes
:- Doug.
The more we grasp
The less we are
We are of the all;
But when we separate
Mine from not mine
When we set goals
To get more mine
Things or skills or knowledge
Beauty, truth or goodness
We separate from
& give up the all
We could have been
Release & we still could be
:- Doug.
We desire our employees
to set goals
not because it is good for them
but to put blinders on them
so they serve only us
—so we think—
We desire ourselves
to set goals
to put blinkers on us
that we seek
limited things
& ignore the wonder-filled
whole
:- Doug.
Sin means to be held in the embrace of illusion. If you would be whole find the way to be real.
:- Doug.
Am I
is he or she
is the really real
good or bad?
black or white
for me or against me
transcendent or imminent
this or that?
Now arises an inkling—
could be both
& all
:- Doug.
I have decided that all people until proven otherwise are my soul-mates, on the same walk as me, working for the common good.
:- Doug.
Speak to the spark
Left inside you by creation
Inside others, inside yourself
:- Doug.
You are divine when—and because—you create—What will satisfy the soul except to make your best—to give your all—for the world?
:- Doug.
In conversations with Doctors I have found they are at a big loss, maybe bigger than the rest of us, about how to get this end of life conversation spreading.
:- Doug.
The difference between listening and hearing is like that between issuing an invitation and accepting one. Both are good; one is done to another and the other is done with. Hearing is more good-natured, accepting more of the other.
:- Doug.
Once we see that people want to connect heart level with us, it changes us. We become more attractive perhaps, but others are more attractive to us: we are not selling but simply a part of their divinity.
:- Doug.
Once in a while it is fun to make a conversation into an interview: not as investigatory journalists, but as exploratory, looking for the light flashing between and among: finding the gems, teasing out the germs of ideas.
:- Doug.