The necessary person
The between lives
The dash in I-Thou
Is the necessary person
:- Doug.
Movement becomes meaning.
:- Doug.
Archive for December, 2013
Your life whispers to mine
Your life whispers to mine and from these touches my life is given life.
:- Doug.
Two kinds of conversation:
Have you seen that there are two kinds of conversation? Have you seen the debate of academia or of politics or of meaningless chitter-chatter? Have you seen people really connecting? What makes the difference? The difference I see is alertness combined with courageously exposing one’s innards. It is not something you can learn or teach. It is a practice. Take conversation out with you into the world.
:- Doug.
The true practice
Alertness, vigilance, exposing one’s innards: this is the work, the practice of true conversation.
:- Doug.
Conversation is a practice
Truly, conversation is a practice. Something anyone can do, but which takes a lifetime to learn.
:- Doug.
We are like the clouds
We are more like the clouds than we think
Our minds converge and diverge in continual movement
See a hand, now a face, now a tractor
Movement we perceive not
Because we attend not
The wind comes, we are gone
Forming again
Folding and unfolding
Persons
:- Doug.
Changing the course of the stream
Time too is a flow, a stream moving from source to sea, with eddies swirling along the way where the flotsam and jetsam spin and repeat their motions with variations. Swimmers choose the quiet sides for raising their young, the deeps for feeding, and jump in the main flow for travel, choosing when to stay, when to move, sometimes moving against the flow. Where are the ones who will to change the course of the stream?
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1383–Color deepens
Footprints in the Windsm # 1383
Color deepens
Light suffers
Death of a loved one
Deepens our colors
What then if we die?
Oh, of course, when we die?
Goethe saw light suffering
In colors
If we deepen humanity
Is it because first
Light suffered?
A vessel deepened
Has greater capacityNot attaining the scale
I’d like is itself
My kiln firing
To deepen
Colors & lustrePlay and dialogue:
Conflict in comfortable
Everyday clothesRevelation: I fear conflict!
Yet seeding for new growth
Requires plowing underRevelation two: I fear growth!
So much I keep
My mouth & pen silentScale up! Mouth and pen!
Enter the conflict…with self!
Deepen your colors
Speak out!
To spouse, family, world!
First, plow under, seed,
Play & dialogue,
Dance & snow
Relentlessly piling up:
But if you must, War!
Please pass it on.
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Finite environs but do they encourage growth?
Even if the environs are finite do they encourage growth? Where best can I grow? With finite folks who invite or welcome new thought, or with those who seek infinity in bounded metaphors?
:- Doug.
The start of yelling, screaming, conflict
We are seeing yelling, screaming, conflict. We think it is aberrational, or at least we hope it is. We are only at the start. As our population grows, there will be only more opportunity for differing views and therefore conflict.
:- Doug.
How can one little squirt help?
The world is flow of spirit. How can one little squirt help?
:- Doug.
Why do you, tree, stand upright?
Next to post to Web Why do you, tree, stand upright?
Your branches reach out in all directions
Thick green coat all year
For all that you ought to be round!
Even so, you point to sun and stars!
:- Doug.
What might be there behind
Let us perceive with our imagination what all is there and might be there behind what we think we see, what we have habitually trained ourselves to see and hear. These hold us in chains. We could be larger if we saw what was really there, saw with our imaginations!
:- Doug.
To see the real ingrained in our daily round:
To see the real ingrained in our daily round:
Hold infinity, eternity, heaven and world
In the eyes of your imagination
:- Doug.
A poet like Lewis Carroll
As a poet I must be as a Lewis Carroll—making words dance to my music, not looking for old tunes to express my new meaning. I can—ought—inject new meaning into the word “Love.” Every person a maker.
:- Doug.
How might we see with our imagination?
How might we see what is
Really
In front of us with our
Imagination?
:- Doug.
Nurturing people
In what ways is it possible to nurture the people in your rounds?What other ways? And again? Might there be other better ways?
:- Doug.
Don’t you wish you could?
Don’t you wish you could
Imagine you world in more
Vivid colors…than you do?
:- Doug.
