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I want to get close to you, see oceanically, touch the cosmos. But of course I am part of the cosmos and in that sense I am the cosmos. Even so, I want to see that I am the cosmos, to touch beyond myself.

:- Doug.

No How: only

:- Doug.

Serendipity is
in this room
in your looking
for What’s afoot?

:- Doug.

Here there is nothing wrong
Every here
There are always more ways

:- Doug.

In the name of the one who is the cosmos….

:- Doug.

Leave room for holiness
in others
in self
in all there is

:- Doug.

Some people live mainly
in suspicion and malice
but from their habit only

:- Doug.

Divinity imaginates: sparks our imagining.

:- Doug.

We invent the meaning of life: we both find it and create it, for life is a flowing among—ourselves, others, and the all there is.
:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1351

The arc of our lives is long. At both ends it bends toward earthy rhythms. At these ends others fulfill themselves caring for us. Our loving can be found in letting them. It’s not If but When we will slow down—and How Long and How.

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Inviting, Imagining, Gathering: divinity’s doings.

:- Doug.

To imagine is to love.

:- Doug.

Imagining us, freeing us to imagine: this is the holy work, the sacred work, the saving work.

:- Doug.

Goldfinch at my feeder
woman at that desk
everything I see
is but a gathering
in the fabric
of the field
of us—& all there is

:- Doug.

The eye through which we see the world is the eye through which the world sees us. The imagination through which we mold the world is the imagination through which the world molds us.

:- Doug.

Meaning is transient and that is good. Good too is transient, specific to the event.

:- Doug.

The accused adulterer, each member of the crowd accusing her, the captain of the soldiers: Jesus addressed specific persons. Herein he addressed us all. How is that? Do new stories explain: we find ourselves in those stories? In microcosm is macrocosm? Is it because we want to be individually addressed? Does our imagination make it real?

:- Doug.

Not all the birds are smart enough to figure out the bird feeder. I have indeed wondered how they do figure it out. I have seen woodpeckers pecking at the outside of the clear plastic tube, trying to get at the seeds and grains inside—only a few inches away from the opening where they could eat at will. I just saw a bird sitting on the perch, eying closely the seed to the right of the hole, and then to the left, and then giving up and flying away!

:- Doug.

Have people to love, things to do, today and early.

:- Doug.

Searching may be the way.

:- Doug.

Fate is beyond our control
Destiny is otherwise
Other wise

:- Doug.

List 10 things good if you were to die today.

:- Doug.

A treasure trove of my own explorations is here on these pages. I must respect.

:- Doug.