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The words that through me write
The place to which I am written
With me share only a fog maybe clearing

:- Doug.

I shall be
The one who pours
I grow wild

:- Doug.

There is a field
Where life is larger more alive
Let’s look for it together
As we go maybe
The larger part creating

:- Doug.

This wheeling universe
& all there is
is going beyond

:- Doug.

This is the night destinies can be changed.

:- Doug.

A Will is more work than that.

:- Doug.

Caring is a bigger thing & includes Care when necessary.

:- Doug.

Some are under my care
as under my wing;
all are within my caring heart.

:- Doug.

What you say to your grandchildren matters. What message do you have for each? What you say does not matter. For each of them who are you?

:- Doug.

What kind of life would you give your grandson? What sort of home for your granddaughter? What career, what passions? What in them would you feed?

:- Doug.

Say not “Show me what to do. Invite me.”
You already have your invitation;
Now show up!

:- Doug.

Speak the words of fire, blow wind blow. Footprints upon the winds. Invite, invite what’s already holy to flower.

:- Doug.

Be myself: be the wind and the fire mixed; be love flowing.

:- Doug.

Wild face
Torn shirt:
My source
Needs help
Must hatch

:- Doug.

Fire my words are
The ones which speak me
—& I the wind

The wind feeds
Blows down, maybe out
Blow to rights, wind!

:- Doug.

Lenses about us
Look through them all!
Lake’s waters
Your lover’s eyes
The sky
Your friend
Your enemy
A goat
A mountain
A 90-foot tulip tree
An eagle
A book
A conversation
Lenses curve our sight, help us
See what’s there

:- Doug.

Community Disorganizing is what I do; conversation that cooks is how.

:- Doug.

It’s about caring about someone who’s still alive, rather than providing care to someone while they’re on their way out.

:- Doug.

Flowers flower for their milieu
For bees & butterflies to come & visit
to make the rounds of thee & me & these & those
& we are already found to be made of star stuff
& it takes at least 3 to twinkle

:- Doug.

Can you flower? What would it take?
You already are flower stuff:
root & stem, earth & light
Who were you before you
replanted yourself in that constricting pot?

:- Doug.

Feel the treasures hiding
inside us, more:
between us, more:
among us

:- Doug.

The mystery is…mystery.

:- Doug.

I don’t tend broken seniors; elders have my heart.

:- Doug.