a goal is a dead end
A goal is a dead end. Be on a path which goes beyond even if it meanders a bit. Journey.
:- Doug.
A goal is a dead end. Be on a path which goes beyond even if it meanders a bit. Journey.
:- Doug.
Madness!
Drunkenness
Courage
Surrender:
Exercise courage to surrender
the drunkenness & madness
of love
if you would live
whole
:- Doug.
You, human, came here alone,
Naked, penniless
You leave the same
In between, you create worlds
Caroming or snoring
:- Doug.
We need all the best ideas, the heart and minds of our brightest, the efforts of our strongest, the courage of those among us of heart, the tears of those we often do not see. Why then exclude any peoples with these qualities from our circles, our land?
:- Doug.
Take a deep breath and jump. Usually we float, sometimes we die, even then something new is born!
:- Doug.
Gift of love is
courage, that heart stuff
Opposite of love is
fear, that shadow of death
Fear shrivels us
Courage expands us
Death is the dancer we must get to know
Love, fear & courage dance
from this dance comes
life
:- Doug.
Competition is a way of raising fear: we fear what our competitor might do, we fear we might go out of business or become a laughing stock. Fear is the food of competition.
:- Doug.
Momentary courage
is what I need
each moment this moment
to offer the world
my true face
:- Doug.
To be innocent
is to be healing, renewing
of self & others
innocent is clearing-seeing
the unwounded beneath the wounds
trusting that healing’s at hand
Shh now…only breathe
:- Doug.
Dried out old sticks
we modern humans
set to snap
How we need to invent anew
ways to allow compassion
to flow
compassion for people of other
colors & hues
religions oft distorted
politics oft screaming at us
Give no energy to
what clearly hurts us
Can we still be attracted to compassion?
Our heartwood’s strength is here
:- Doug.
The only reason not to publish something is if you are unsure if it truly expresses what you see.
:- Doug.
One must seek always to be kind: some people remind me of this.
:- Doug.
Where did the baby go?
The rented house is on fire—
Get out! Get out!
Did you get the baby?
Didn’t you?
Frantic search
—I’ll run back in—
No! Here’s the baby buggy
All the blankets and clothes on top
And under it the baby! (me)
O joy! What’s the rest matter?
Years later I’m wondering
How did my true self get piled upon &
Hidden behind masks?
Now I see—I covered me
With caps & gowns, Dollars, Numbers,
Proving myself to employers and clients
Now I see—I can yet reveal
I will reveal
:- Doug.