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To be voiceless
To be voiceless
Is called Tyranny if from without
What shall we name if a child within?
Pain, Anguish, Torment, Agony?

Try. Fumble. Someone may hear
However strong our voice
Some will choose not to hear
To our weak voice some
May cup the ear of their hearts

:- Doug.

Perhaps
and yet again perhaps
blinkers and choice help us
keep us focused on the goal
beyond the goal is reality
truth—love—
Is our horizon as large
as the all there is?

What is the temperature
of the soul of the planet?
Cold as steel I’d say
able to cut stone or flesh
not knowing the difference

What if it were fiery red
and caught glimpse
of some larger horizon
found a way to weave
humanity into a single person
Perhaps—and perhaps

:- Doug.

To tell what water is
To lead us to the well
To let us hear it drip
Yet cup it in our hands
And bring it to our lip
And cause it do our work
Tastes sweeter—and gives us us

:- Doug.

This work is disorganizing in at least two senses: One, to change something for the better necessarily disorganizes the old. Two, it takes things out of the hands of the established organizations and places it with the people.

:- Doug.