Too much, too little
He has too much hot chocolate in him
She has no hot chocolate in her
The one is greedy of soul’s invitation but
Impatient—so drowns it in the birth-pool
The next is blind to the thrumping of hearts
:- Doug.
Layers upon layers
Living is layered
Like our grey fabrics
Wrapped
Hot chocolate too wraps and stirs
Layers among layers
:- Doug.
The day missing
It is not given us to like everyone we chance upon on our life ways;
It is not given us to come to meeting with each one with whom we converse;
Nor to find soul flitting every instance of meeting.
What is given?
Maybe only a task—
A task of intention
& effort—
To be kind
To accept
To extend the lyrical into every day
To receive with some level of thanks the gravelly voice, the clanking gear, the day missing our course for it.
:- Doug.
The wind is anxious
This morning the wind is anxious,
Anxious to bring in some load,
Some burden has been placed upon its shoulders,
In its hands
See how its whole height sends
All nearby scurrying—
Tallest trees, trees at my level,
Lowliest grasses!
& what do you carry
For us today, wind?
Will we welcome you or resist?
:- Doug.
Words we share
Words we share,
Bouncing back & forth between us,
Going out from us,
Silences, too
Caroming about the human world & all living beings &
lineages fore, aft, athwart
Spin life up to speed, call us to play
Our part of parts
:- Doug.
What on earth have we done?
What on earth have we done?
Why on earth have we done these things?
How on earth can we create new stories, patterns, conversations to carry our kind forward?
:- Doug.
Person of my
We might be shoreline one for the other,
Horizon,
Neither land nor water, nor green nor blue,
Nor object standing in the way
But person of my person
:- Doug.
Cooking
Stirring, exposing all, & all sides & aspects of all to heat
& heat to all aspects, faces;
Stirring, blending, releasing juices, sauces;
Adding attention (which may be the real name of love);
Changes,
Makes a new thing to put in a dish, take in with eyes,
Smells,
Eat & take into our being,
Making up our next selves
:- Doug.
We’d rather not go
Wild and wind-swept, our sail
Laving us, washing over us, spraying us
Carrying us to places unsuspected
Where we’d rather not go
But become to us beneficence
:- Doug.
A duck in a tree
Have you ever seen a duck in a tree?
Today this is what I saw
& he flew from limb to limb!
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2526–Earliest tomorrow
Footprints in the Windsm # 2526
In the very earliest time
like tomorrow
persons and animals lived together
as kin because they could
by saying it
become one another
so how come we don’t love one another
over generations?
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Disdain is worse
Disdain is worse than hatred
Or at least as harmful
To us
My disdain convicts me
I kill others so
Ought we not stop?
:- Doug.
March weather
This March we’re experiencing Trumpian weather—up, down, around, and sideways.
:- Doug.
Morsels and sips
Dark absorbs the bright and gives it back in morsels and sips we two can safely take in.
:- Doug.
