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True thyself.

:- Doug.

casting my line
in waters
offering
inviting
maybe you bite
maybe I get
my hook into you
gently and we play—

:- Doug.

Speak your poetry
Sing your song
Hear us, take us in
To your soul
Together calls all
To sing!

:- Doug.

There are some things I will never know, even things I want to know. Knowing is not everything. Unknowing going can be a fun thing, no gritting your teeth at all. Forward, forward, into the loving chaos: dance! Dance the unknown dance!

:- Doug.

There is a value in giving yourself for another person
For something larger than ourselves, our all
There is something emerges from people opening to one another
Not available in isolated people and ordinary hours
There is a pay that uplifts
More than money ever could
There is a possibility in the human species
We never expected

:- Doug.

When we seek to do anything organizational, the goal—oft unstated, perhaps to deflect questioning—is to serve the existing organization, without questioning whether it ought to exist any more or at all, whether it serves the larger human good.

:- Doug.

Long my quest has been
Discovering the unknown
Though when I lift mine eyes—
What flickers in my candle’s light?
Herein might I revel e’en frolic?

:- Doug.

What might generosity accomplish?

:- Doug.

In our fullest
Our highest
We are gifts
More: active, verbs:
Giving

:- Doug.

You church men!
Your metaphors no longer sing
Draw me pictures of what I know
That I might touch the intangible
That I might see, to me sing!

:- Doug.

People will pay attention if we give our flowing out our attention and respect and give our all, our best, our last measure.

:- Doug.

We see with our minds, not our eyes. What we see is not there but here. When you look into the sky, do you not see a bright disk, somewhat like a coin? Oh no, no! Blake saw a company of angels singing alleluia! When you look at another person, do you see “black” “skin,” “hands” “complexion” and “colorful” “clothing?” What would an artist see? What “textures,” what “shapes?” What would a poet “see” and “hear?” It’s all in here.

:- Doug.

When we see the world this way, the old way of seeing individual particles and operating on statistics becomes limiting. We can meet people or we can make them numbers. Why do we give prisoners numbers and take away their names? To break them, to take away their person. When we meet people, when we see the particularity and heart and past the soupiness of sameness of skin, then we are in life. Life matters. Things don’t—simply because we deny them the ability to matter.

:- Doug

When we give and our giving meets accepting, we are heard. We come to life. There is an exchange of life when we are recognized, when our giving meets receiving. Our highest and best is drawn from us as flowing.

:- Doug.

One water
Many puddles

:- Doug.

What the flowing is doing
Giving
Receiving the giving
Giving our last breath
More than flowing only

Why we are part of the whole
Is not by our flowing
But by our giving

:- Doug.

I like to give
I join the whole
heard

:- Doug.

The order of the cosmos
Is larger than our ordering
The chaos of G*d
More ordered than our understanding

:- Doug.

We are of the substance of the world
We are of the substance of divinity
The substance of divinity is love
& love is less hugging
& more flowing into another
This loving creates by generating
G*d is flow
& we are flow
& all that flows is love

:- Doug.

What we are letting flow is in large extent, maybe only, language. This occurs by communication—we speak or write the word that creates, we turn the compost, we fell the trees.

:- Doug.

It is not even synergy we seek, in the sense of separate projects helping each other. Instead, we are inviting community of the whole: one community, one enterprise, each one not painting its own little canvas but adding to the larger mural.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 955

What if humanity meant something different from what it yet has?

What if meaning and purpose and spirit became part of our gathering, bringing us not a better world, but better persons? Not one by one, but together. Together is the trans-human.

The trans-human is forever gathering out of the mist, we are seeing more of what is possible. For us.

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The old way of organizing—getting large numbers of people to act against authority—operates out of an It view of people. The new way proposes that people are real, capable of relating and changing.

:- Doug.