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Summarize, distill,
concentrate all you observe
so you can grasp after it all
(did you see? some squished
out of your fingers, dropped
to the ground?)
Who told you so that you believe
there are only 4 seasons?
Maple syrup season, lilac
blooming season, goslings eating
everything season, dog days season,
bonfires in the woods season,
family gathering season, frosty
breath season, how many
can you find
if you look?
Who told you that you believe
there are only two kinds of people
or three times of day
or two politics
or that you must shut your eyes
or that dry controlled living is desirable?

:- Doug.

Degree days
more than only water & food
garden vegetables need
time out in the sun’s
concentrated heat
we too can grow to be
flourishing, nourishing & sweet

:- Doug.

The courage to love
Boots & tents & rain in the sky
Don’t try to figure this out
Stand inside this Move
out

:- Doug.

Friend, you are already out to play!

:- Doug.

Can Johnny and Sally come out to play?

:- Doug.

No need to plant seeds
Water and say
“Bloom, bloom”

:- Doug.

I am inviting out to play what is
already present
planting no seeds
watering and saying
“Bloom, bloom”

:- Doug.

Whole-making is
not soul-making
soul is already here
but calling to fly
whole-waking
soul-staking

:- Doug.

I rebel against planning
Why?
Although its properness allows
of no mussed hair
the real problem is it locks out
play
and all unpermitted thinking
it strangles the creator
just as cup touches lip
We can plan if
we include play
& side trip explorations

:- Doug.

Whole-making is bringing
to the souls in front of us
a bit more range

:- Doug.

For they are the face of G*d
To get right with G*d
Get right with all humans within touch

:- Doug.

I am shoes
shoes I assembled from
what lay at hand

:- Doug.

Peace in a storm
beyond understanding
but there it is

:- Doug.

You can be a dream, a door, or a poem—which do you choose?

:- Doug.

What dream do you still harbor after all these years?

:- Doug.

I’m a door, a dream and a poem
A door—will we open?
A dream—will we tell?
A poem—will we dance?

:- Doug.

Is it right for a lawyer to ask questions about death and medical wishes? There is no one else out there inviting us to these conversations.

:- Doug.

Live each moment as though the questions mattered.

:- Doug.

Humans have no land
The land has them
They are of the humus
& to it they home
Fences are an affront to spirit

:- Doug.

One has to be careful
that the gold on one the side of the scale
does not tip out the spirit on the other

:- Doug.

If you must have goals ask
of each are you
nurturing of life, substantial, enduring?

:- Doug.

A series of poems & dreams & doors are we
More than what each might appear (Is this
Why our God is wholly invisible, yes?)
Transport to carry, puzzle to lose our minds,
Labyrinth to walk in contemplation
Between, among: shadows & mists & clearing:
Doors & poems & dreams & stories & questions

:- Doug.

People in my garden need weeding and watering and feeding and sometimes some lightning. They produce, not me, but I can help them send out roots and shoots.

:- Doug.