When words depart
When words depart and
stay away we will converse
—then—in acts of love
:- Doug.
No, I’m not having fun
in my work
I’m having love
an exchange with one another
of words, wonder, and engagement
:- Doug.
Archive for March, 2016
No, I’m not having fun
Every last breath?
What’s important? Getting every last breath you can? Sharing every last hug you can?
:- Doug.
Gentle, life-generating
It is important to find essence, the part of life that is gentle, life-generating. So much of what we chase—money, clothing, houses, cars, respect, fame—melt away in the face of loving-kindness, comfort, and death. What is in these is essence we know. If we recognize it we ought seek it.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1582–I bow to the wind
Footprints in the Windsm # 1582
I bow to the wind
I bow to the snow flakes
I bow to critters great and small
I bow to trees and wheat and stars
I bow to grandparents
I bow to grandchildren
I bow to you I bow to you
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The mystical things I do
The mystical things I do
Are those of
Kindness, caring, and loving
:- Doug.
To the near that gathers us
To the crux of matter
From silly money-making
From struggle each against all
From grabbing grabbing and puffery
To the near that gathers us and lasts lasts
:- Doug.
flashes suddenly between us
Daily we hear others’ voices
But not that within
The soul we share
And are
Till death flashes suddenly between us
:- Doug.
Sign but start anew
Sigh, but start anew every day
To bring about the world
You came to make
:- Doug.
That little boy I was
That little boy I was, diving into the grass on the far side of the highway after almost getting hit, and I today, 65 or so years later speeding down the same highway eyes alert, share a presence.
:- Doug.
