Poetry is making
Poetry is making
Making of core
Making of core of the world
Making of something larger
At the heart of all
Making of a beat
Making of happenings & meanings a rhyming
Making worlds
& new realities
:- Doug.
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Love has actually become the grass
Chief Seattle is said to have said that the love of his people actually became the sky, the grass, the surroundings. What if love has become the people, the fish, the birds over our heads? We love money and we’re surrounded by money—or the mention of it, or the wringing of hands over the lack of it. We do not see the people, the sky, the grass, our surroundings. What does that say of our love?
:- Doug.
Life in not about being good
Life is not about being good, meeting some collection of moral rules for what good folks do, but solely about caring for one another.
:- Doug.
new-old prayer
Inviting are you, freeing are you, calling home are you: your can-play-dom be opened wide, your dream be dreamed among us. Give us for today food of life and light; give us debt-free tomorrows; and give us whole-making encounters for one another.
:- Doug.
But do I feed?
I am fed, but do I feed?
I am in the community
and of the community,
but do I engage with?
Deeply?
:- Doug.
It’s an emergency:
It’s an emergency: A nursing home administrator calls. The husband of a resident is demanding to take his wife home. The problem is that she needs 24-hour supervision because of her dementia. The problem is that the husband is soon to be disabled by major surgery, and is perhaps beside himself.
Here is an opportunity for a business (the nursing home)to do a good thing: The wife’s health is put at risk if she goes home to her husband. They can choose to ignore the new POA she signed when she had no idea what she was signing. They can choose the high road, the human road: to protect her.
It is a gut-wrenching decision for the nursing home: why get into the middle of a family feud? I do not know how they will go.
It does not have to be confrontation: What if the nursing home had someone invite him to talk about what he most deeply wants? His wife always cared for him in past illnesses and now he is facing disability: surely she will come home and tend his wounds. Only she cannot. Maybe his needs could be met in some other way. Conversation is almost always a good option.
:- Doug.
The tree toughened
Only the tree toughened by the winter’s ravages is ready for the spring’s lightning, the wind’s tearing.
:- Doug.
Poetry is not words
Poetry is not words so much as sound and rhythm and utterance from essence, deep speaking to its own kind.
:- Doug.
Non-violence is non-hurting
No one should be hurt. Non-violence is non-hurting. Or at least working toward non-hurting. And at greatest working toward nurturing.
:- Doug.
Wholeness calls atoms?
What if it were our wholeness
which called our atoms into existence?
:- Doug.
Militant is our music
Militant is our music
Stirring us to
Warring against ourselves
Separating us from one another
Picking sides
As if we were not of one life
Next, may we play together?
:- Doug.
Solved! The chicken came first!
The chicken had to come first
otherwise who’d sit on the egg?
:- Doug.
Do we need stories more than questions?
Where are the answers?
Where are the questions?
Why are the questions?
Do we need stories more than questions
or questions more than stories?
Questions need stories or what’s the meaning?
Stories birth questions birth stories
:- Doug.
Where is your answer?
Does the answer to your quandary lie outside you…or within you…or even among you? That presupposes a question: where does the question emerge? And why? But in answers and questions are we looking in the realm of the verbal and the mental when we could be looking at body and action? When we look here, do we see that where we live is in relation among each other and everything is moving?
:- Doug.
Think of the lesser forces:
Think of the earth and the natural world, the power and the storms, the lightning and the wind, the uranium and jewels and volcanoes. Think too of its lesser forces: little brooks and streams going where the land allows them, gently over the centuries, cuddling into the softer land and clays, marking the earth as they move.
It is an action of with.
Movement continues. Everything is moving.
:- Doug.
Poetry, the gently strong vital masculine
Poetry, the gently strong vital masculine
Moved over the face of the dark earth,
Mysterious feminine,
And in that shimmering night
Before days
There was brought forth
The life in which we play
:- Doug.
