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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 899

I wish I were an autumn leaf a-fallin’
Floating up and down across the sky
And to all boys & girls I’d be a-callin’
Fall and leap and giggle dream and sigh!

Please pass it on.

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My poetry is not for understanding
For putting into a cubby hole
In your brain, your mind, even your universe
But for crawling inside
Falling into a larger world

You cannot understand my poetry
It is not made for understanding
Instead for

Come inside

:- Doug.

Does taking it larger scatter us? But no: we circle. We grow larger, more able. For these people too are larger than we first thought. They have gifts for us.

:- Doug.

Many comings & goings
Themes arising and dissipating
Odd conversations
Twos and threes of people
Edges of chairs
Bumping, making music, sparking
Rhythm, birthing, bubbling
What the dance?
What the aroma?
What the colors?

:- Doug.

How do we get beyond words?

Move is one way. Image. Story. Touch. Song.

:- Doug.