Seeding worlds a-changing
Come, let us
practice life
throwing to the winds
pasts and futures
seeding worlds a-changing
:- Doug.

Come, let us
practice life
throwing to the winds
pasts and futures
seeding worlds a-changing
:- Doug.
It is up to us to become what we can together. We can glow. We can be fire.
:- Doug.
Ask each other, How is what we are living thro’ as a people something other generations have lived thro’—death, destruction, new? I cannot consider this section of this chapter finished, for it ever wants to live, to develop, to grow. Thro’ you, thro’ me.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2481
To be many things at once is to be . . . and to be wise . . . and to be real. How many things can you be, and contradictory, in this conversation?
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How many worlds may we each hold in our arms, you and I, when we imagine—imagine toddlers reaching for a shiny spoon, or elder toddlers reaching for a grandfather’s pocket watch on a chain—what does time mean to either at this stage of life?
:- Doug.
Conversations don’t happen in the world, they are the world, happening.
:- Doug.
Maybe mine is a spirituality of the larger, ever larger. Here, for sure, is an escape from ego.
:- Doug.
Final Q #1: How is it by looking into your eyes I see one like myself? #2: How is it when I lose interest in myself I find myself co-extensive with the all there is?
:- Doug.
This is Superman’s telephone booth—where we change into our super cape.
:- Doug.
We offer to share
such as we’ve got
the leak in the roof
the soup in the pot
the leek in the soup
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2480
How can we dream to change the course of the world when already, or soon, our hands will not be on the levers and ship’s wheel? The seed of the response is already planted in that sentence, in what we yet might plant: Dream. The soil is the next generation and the next as far as our eyes, and theirs, might see.
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