Out on a lim
There once was a boy from Id
When climbing a tree lost his lid
He scampered on down
And fell on his crown
‘Twas not a thing bawdy he did.
:- Doug.
Archive for September 26th, 2006
Be the one who comes
In this world we find life and movement, growth and decay, rain and evaporation, cycles all about. Shall we then seek change? Perhaps it is better to initiate than suffer, and when it comes, to accept with open heart. Go to whatever comes, turn to it, love. Be the one who comes, turn to people, love.
Meet whoever comes. Be the one who comes. Meet.
:- Doug.
On helping the poor
Are we assuming—perhaps—that we have the answers? Or even the questions? Why are there no clients—no poor—at our meetings?
:- Doug.
