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What do you want to teach us about wisdom?

:- Doug.

O joyous day!
Infested with words!
but still…

:- Doug.

What of your garden gives you life?

:- Doug.

You cannot see a floater
nor a star
by looking at it
must let it
find your edges

:- Doug.

To work our humanity’s heart
To knead, to soften, to enlarge
Is a project extending beyond a generation

:- Doug.

The painting!
A modern day Blake!
He just keeps showing up!

:- Doug.

Retire?
Not done contributing to the world
(Whether it wants it or not!)

:- Doug.

The presence of you
is unexpected, abnormal
and yet…

:- Doug.

Friend, into your holy swirls, your unexpected presence here!

:- Doug.

I must, I must
speak out of the dream
for them, for them
hang on, hang on
the dream, the dream!

:- Doug.

Friend, into your fertilizing world. Spread widely now.

:- Doug.

I’m living in a picture-infested world. Usually not even recognizing them as pictures.

Some pictures start as events, then quickly become morphing memories; others start as an invention, often from mixing memories.

Stories flow from pictures. Stories are critters we are less apt to recognize for their origins and nature.

We have mini-stories we carry around with us: metaphors. These swarm about us, enwrapping body, soul, and mind.

Do we see anymore? Curious, could we?

:- Doug.

I like that picture of rattling around inside of an intangible.

:- Doug.

Why are you still coming to this class?

:- Doug.

It is a matter of dropping into the inside of wisdom, rattling around in there, being curious what we might see. Where is your curiosity?

:- Doug.

Make a list of things that attract your truest, most central, self.

:- Doug.

It all integrates
these mosquitoes, apples,
this pond, that horse,
this world,
the all there is

:- Doug.

We must evolve into one another
unfold ourselves into each other, them into us

:- Doug.

I’m living in a word-infested world.

:- Doug.

light ripples across
maple leaves hanging o’er pond
this world flows and tricks

:- Doug.

How do you express your truest self when you are in that place? Song, journaling, poetry, dance, painting, art, something entirely else?

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1642

less time as we get older
the father the mother
with their work
less than the tots
with blocks and dolls
my grandchildren
became teens
day long visits?
no, now barely
milkshake minutes
my sons even less

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Wholes within, without. All, ever, turning. Background, forground, all ground, all field, all.

:- Doug.