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Light comes out of darkness, we do not comprehend it, it is part of us. We are both darkness and light, one grows out of the other, and in that, richness. There is something larger here, a woods full of life, mysterious, confusing, and the woods is not lost.

:- Doug.

Behold the tree:
Its leaves all green in spring
Fire or earthen by late autumn
Seeds on wing or in nut or pod
See that straight row of trees?
Their parent fell there, and true
Keeping offspring in line
Which is its fruit or all?
Leaves or shade or seed
Or from death new life?
O Human, answer:
Your hands, your feet, your children,
Your work, your money, your death
Which is your fruit or all?

:- Doug.

The dog with the hen
In its mouth
Wagging, smiling to its humans
What’s love to one
To another is Danger
For love is all there is
Love well

:- Doug.

Sparkles grow
Out of the rich dark
And the dark comprehends not
Yet the light is of the dark
Rich
Clouds carry bacteria
To build the earth, the humus
To fertilize
We are darkness
We are light
How can we comprehend?
Our richness
Moth flies to flame
Is safe for moth becomes flame
The light needs the dark
But does not comprehend

:- Doug.