DOUG
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Appearance
-Divine Effulgence
-DOUG.
Cue the Trumpets of Wonder!!
String Theory
i found you in my heart
-we were friends there, and lovers too…
i found you were my heart – for the moment-
and tears of joy arose.
the light shifted
and that too, was gone.
Thought
Space Prana Crystals
with meaning
the sparkle in your wake ..
.. … ..
..
you enrich
divide
create
destroy
and where from? on what
divine sovereignty do you rein so?
the empty hand of space
thought that believes itself is delusion
thought that knows itself is space’s radiant face
Here’s A Story
Here’s a Story
here’s a story…
the truth of dependant origination
unleashed a conceptual kerfuffle
one dark stormy night
“what then is there besides what’s now?”
-its all a dream-
this life this body this mind
and all its inhabitants
-and yet
this pink gets
put in wiggleswords
time travels
from
here
to
<____>
trustworthy is awareness’ mistress
some call her karma
some see her as emptiness
no one sees both
and lives as simply as that.
Re-Birth
Re-Birth
born
without name
to ourselves
born of
?
living green grace
?
a process that churns out
stars and frogs
lattes and little fish
breathless in the ocean
learning happens
a new pattern
a fresh creation
a name
me:she
holding to the me
as separate
– as outside this living green grace –
starts a pattern
that moves towards rock
in terms of self-knowing
holding to the me
as separate
– as outside this living green grace –
is a dream of two
and the pattern of hurt arises
it isn’t true
that nothing can touch you
bright eyes?
check.
where do you end and the world begins?
The relative truth
The RelativeTruth
The ultimate truth-call it what you will, can only be pointed to by relative words or known directly- 1st person point of view- no-face to no-face.
Because the pointing outs are relative, they can only be true for some, some of the time.
Becoming Whole
When God wants to laugh
she becomes whole
Her backside
full of nothing
hanging out in plain view
enough for me-enough for you
What does it mean to be capacity for the world?
It is exactly what it has always been.
Throw Yourself into the World.
That’s where it already is
and has never left.
The Moondrops Poems
The Moondrops
To painful thoughts
To Painful Thoughts
Hey little ones
You have a voice
speak!
All will listen.
And maybe then
the echo of you
the echo of your
pain
will turn to laughter
in the cavern of consciousness
Hope
Hope
To those
who have yet
to pass through
and so
have still
to pass through
the hurt
of a million honey razors
it ends
it must
Communion
Communion
there are many ways to go into union
-not all are wrapped and rolling-
some are still…
a pregnant spacefield
teeming with unborn poppies
the flower of hope
-of remembrance-
of
the end of war.