Expecting
Expect a conversation.
:- Doug.
Experience is not a good thing if you keep on doing the things that got you into a mess.
:- Doug.
Archive for October, 2008
Footprints in the Windsm # 898
Footprints in the Windsm # 898
Why is life a problem? Why are we seeing ourselves as lacking, powerless?
What if we saw ourselves as powerful, gathering friends, making things happen? What if I saw myself as powerful, gathering friends, making things happen?
I choose to see myself that way.
So I gather friends through direct invitation, through my writing, through meditation/contemplation touching the fabric of our being—the all there is. I release my power by releasing ours—I help us see ourselves as capax universi.
Please pass it on.
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a world can die
Yes, a world can die:
Do we set out to prove it?
What will you do, G*d,
When Earth dies?
:- Doug.
Will the river?
The river is ever there, transporting, carrying, never the same, ever the same. A log, a leaf, a canoe, a fish: it matters to the river not. The river laughs, the river cries, the river is silent power, the river babbles, the river roars. The river goes around obstacles, the river carries obstacles away, the river wears obstacles away. The river cuts the land, is contained by the land. Rock does not hold it back for long; the river thinks in eons. The river is docile, the river is angry, the river does not care but goes on. The river bows to what is lower, takes away the richness of the higher without a bended knee. The river is friend, the river carries us in our play and work, the river stands barring our way. Follow the river goes the song. The river will lead us to towns and cities and people because they all follow the river, too. The river will lead us to the sea—or used to, before we started taking all of its water away. Where has the river gone? Will the river be ever there?
:- Doug.
darkness is part of us
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.
fruit or all?
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
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.
Out of the rich dark
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.
Conflicts are based in love!
Conflicts are based in love! Who wudda thunkt?
We want to accomplish good in love and someone has a different idea or outright opposes us. Their love might be of others or of self alone, if that is even possible. They might want to preserve their heritage—which is love of tribe. They might want to fight the infidels, which is love for those in fidelity. The love might be warped, misshapen, but it is still love. Conflict is love. They are contraries, as in Blake’s system. The opposite of conflict is not caring, being unaffected, untouched.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 897
Footprints in the Windsm # 897
Do we want more warring in our world? Do we want more listening to each other? Are we ready to work together to help each other? These are the questions for our country this election time.
Please pass it on.
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Metaphor all about us
Metaphor is all about us: the open skies—or closed over—the breeze, the green open spaces, the roads leading us to the future—one future only—rows of chairs facing the only person whose message matters, the height of the chairs in the council and board chambers. All these things convey a message we always catch. It is so strong and subtle, we surprise ourselves when we say it out loud.
Saying it out loud is a radical, rebellious act, something that will get me thrown out of the room. It may in fact close down the conversation as much as it opens it. A 50/50 chance at a necessary conversation is better than none. But is there a better way? Can we be kind about it? Sure. Seek it out. Tease it out. Invent.
The prophetic voice can be soft and kindly.
:- Doug.
The metaphor is the message
The metaphor is the message
The metaphor carries the futures
Changeable only in the Now
:- Doug.
A dream inspires me
A dream inspires me—
Fire has destroyed their theatre
But to celebrate and thank us
People of the theatre are setting up chairs
To put on a show for our community
In the face of the delivered blow
To dance in mourning celebration
Giving
:- Doug.
We have come to think
We have come to think
Control is the antidote to fear
When something quite opposite is true:
Love is fear’s antidote, opening our fists
& arms
:- Doug.
