Arose those colors from the meadow floor
Flowers floated above their stems
In twos and threes around each other they spun
As I looked on, a center emerged
On it the whole began to turn
A transformation of butterflies!
In less than a minute they twinkled off
Dispersing, taking the larger of me
:- Doug.
People are organized around their resignations, their apathies, their anonymities. A better world for their children seems unlikely. This is the necessary first front of community disorganization. Work here.
:- Doug.
What would become of us if there weren’t little children playing for us?
:- Doug.
To converse is a spiritual act
of love, of storm,
of screaming birth
:- Doug.
The opening
Comes about every moment
Miss it once it comes again
Miss it every time it stays away
Grab your ring this is your life
:- Doug.
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