Holy snowflakes!
Holy snowflakes!
:- Doug.

Drifting downwards, flakes of God
Flapping side to side, twigs of God
Carrying them, winds of God
:- Doug.
A thread is running
from you all the way back
it’s living tissue
made of grandparents
see? they’re all related
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1580
Without rhythm or
rhyme lines prime evoke divine
hai for you too ku?
Please pass it on.
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Economics has kept my life from me, so absorbed have I been in earning enough to keep together body and soul. Or maybe it’s not economics but my easy distraction by the cares of the day that keep me from family, friends, strangers, divinity, a larger contribution to the human family, prayer, poetry, and all that matters.
:- Doug.
Pray God free God of Jesus, Holy Ghost, Father, Jehovah, Mohammad, all the rest, and especially God.
:- Doug.
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:- Doug.
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:- Doug.
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:- Doug.
For 50 or 60 years I have trained myself for reticence. Now to untrain.
:- Doug.