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To write a thank you note is a
bigger expense than to pay
money, and a seed

:- Doug.

We need each of us to cross
The flood of the not knowing we
Sometimes taste and sometimes not

:- Doug.

A seer ought to be
an empty tube
not at all mirrory

:- Doug.

For all I write of Through
Do not get through your talking
Find friend, hide

:- Doug.

If this all is radiant
I read all books as poetry
Union spreads and spreads
My wind circles
Throughout you, endless sky

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2428

We keep life at arm’s length. Conversation threatens, shortens that arm, brings life within biting range.

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The way to see, O Seer,
is to go blind
and cut out your tongue

:- Doug.

Your life, conversation,
Was never in words

:- Doug.

See-through to the holy in your friend.

:- Doug.

To do-be holy-through
Is a choice given us
For all this life that remains

:- Doug.

Don’t worry over words: Come to the vision.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2427

Sir, I don’t believe you.

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Caution: Thinking oft gets in the way of ripening vision.

:- Doug.

Your footprints, mine, this path
that never was

:- Doug.

Ink, pen, paper
You, hot chocolate, I
Woven birthing

:- Doug.

I was trying to cut with blunt edged words
Activate through-sight:
Look not with eyes, but through them

:- Doug.

Find what’s precisely here to be found
This one’s soul’s humanity
Till a moment ago, covered over to you

:- Doug.

Conversation is a way
that moves
as you move

:- Doug.

You stand and walk away, I disappear
You come down to face a hurting child, I am near
You sit to hug away the separation, there!
I am your lap, I am an instant world
Of you and child and all there is

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2426

She takes in the world,
provides a lap, soup from a hearth,
solace, encouragement, turning
of universe in her capacious heart.
He goes out to meet the world,
tames a patch of weeds or a nation,
teaches child to throw and not only catch,
sharpens to an edge of freedom.
This is how she writes, he writes,
gathering in, sending out
December, January; hands and feet.

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Humans walk into a ripe orchard
reach for one another’s hand
their hearts find here a juiciness
in this touch—which touch?—
a grandeur not for eyes

:- Doug.

From the seer-seen comes generosity. The cup overflows not from being poured into, but through.

:- Doug.

A conversation is not a journey but a hearth, flagon, and victuals along the way, not standing in the way of progress, but progress itself.

:- Doug.