Archive for February 17th, 2015

If I die a sudden death

If I die a sudden death
Let it be while doing something I love
So I need always to be…

:- Doug.

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Our ubiquitous servant-master

Our ubiquitous servant-master
—try to get anything done when it is on vacation—
is electricity
yet maybe when it’s out
we can do something real

:- Doug.

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bureaucracy makes invisible

A bureaucracy exists to make invisible
Those who would pull our strings
And turn them into fences

:- Doug.

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The dance of living

Meeting is the dance of living.

:- Doug.

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swing each other round

Life is full of lively
concepts and movements
notice, and mind wants to dance
arm wants to hold
and swing each other round

:- Doug.

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not about death

This is not about death, nor even about dying: rather about living as we are dying, for surely we are all dying.

:- Doug.

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complete relation with our world

We seek ever a more complete relation with our world. To do so consciously will aid our gathering and being gathered.

:- Doug.

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Anger at the mention of a concept is a sign

Anger at the mention of a concept, like evolution, business, or religion, is a sign sure that we are not thinking. We are letting a word stand for our thinking, while we sit lazily by.

:- Doug.

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other than

Holy is other
Whole is other
Than what we usually

:- Doug.

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Snowflake swirls her skirts

Snowflake swirls her skirts
Dances her singular and only
With hundreds she’s weaving
A single white comforter
One smile in the human soul

:- Doug.

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