What’s your dream?
What’s your dream of this Work?
:- Doug.
Clouds have filled the sky
We did not see them arrive
But watch a moment and see
They move quickly
As our lives traverse the between
:- Doug.
Archive for March 10th, 2015
We did not see them arrive
This morning I did not want to call
This morning I did not want to call a certain person. “It will take care of itself” I thought. But I forced myself to call. This conversation I need to initiate. Things will not get better if we ignore each other. Each will then take unilateral action which will be difficult to reverse. Courses get set. Together, we can help us both decide which way the rudder.
:- Doug.
Meditating or shoveling snow
Meditating or shoveling snow, sleeping, eating, talking with another, or to myself: all this, all there is, is holy, is doing the Work, the Living, the Loving, the flow of the between. That is enough. That is all there is.
:- Doug.
teeming swamps and symphonies
I am seeing now that the between is the nugget, perhaps of the Big Bang—everything flung out in a burst of creating that has not stopped yet! The between creates all the nodes and foldings and unfoldings, the stars, teeming swamps, and symphonies. Ain’t nothing happens that doesn’t emerge from the between. Full and empty: pregnant, possible, birthing. Between the holy parent of all. Between iterating in our intercourse, conversing, conflict. All burgeons from between. There may be nothing else.
:- Doug.
Not that which draws us together
Not that which draws us together
The between
That which casts us forth!
:- Doug.
