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Bladder says Get up
Let me sleep!
After, back in bed
Sphincter joins in, barking
Roll to stomach, maybe this
Hand falls asleep but not I
Words float up of their own accord
Remind me of the day’s agenda
Responsibility and enjoyment
Tell me things I must remember
Against sleep-in day: conspiracy!

:- Doug.

The question is not what technology we have rather how we elect to use it. Over the millennia we have touched by grunts then words then writing then printing then telephones then email then texting now more will come. At each step I imagine parents decried the lack of “real” contact. Both parents and the new generation were right: it is a waste to pour out words without intent to share souls; each technology transcends and includes the former, increasing the channels by which with one another to be real. Both fall short: it takes courage to open heart and mind and will.

:- Doug.

Wait a beat. Pause. Silence.

:- Doug.

To open space is to invite.

:- Doug.

I explore after our
possibilities
reconnoitering
contributing

:- Doug.

Each a—
partial center
particular overlook
particular actualizing
—of the whole
intimately to you
I speak to the world

:- Doug.

A conversation is a forest
(or is it either way ’round?)
we can be at home right here
deeper into the wood
darkness beckons
stop sometimes
take in
this silence of a thousand voices
beneath that

:- Doug.

Is silence the drill of conversation?

:- Doug.

In the open space moment
we believe
together makes possible
we can know enough
we might contribute to humankind
we

:- Doug.

In the inviting and the freeing and the dancing….

:- Doug.