Crossing
Crossing is a hug.
:- Doug.
What if we saw ourselves as synapses
in the mind-heart of G*d
reaching out, growing out, facing out
with each other, with G*d, to receive
and give
the juice
of the essential?
How open am I to this
pouring out, pouring in,
facing?
Open me, open you.
:- Doug.
