Blowing through the tree
G*d is blowing through the tree in the distance—
it raises its many hands, flashing white
then I realize the same wind is blowing around me
:- Doug.

G*d is blowing through the tree in the distance—
it raises its many hands, flashing white
then I realize the same wind is blowing around me
:- Doug.
Will the world pay me for being of use? is asking the wrong question. Can I take what the world dishes out? is closer. Take—but perhaps not in? Find my own nourishment while nourishing?
:- Doug.