Disintegrating body
In disintegrating body
growing yet
evanescent spirit
what is left of I
and for why?
:- Doug.
In disintegrating body
growing yet
evanescent spirit
what is left of I
and for why?
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1736
A tree in winter
bare of leaves
why do we use such pictures
as metaphor for elders
when buds are already on the grow?
How about dew on morning’s grass,
a field in bloom, a mother at term?
Please pass it on.
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As we are disintegrating before our eyes, who is this “we?” Importantly beyond that and deeper: what is our responsibility? Does it proceed out of our essence, or something even deeper?
:- Doug.
Danger! Elder ahead! Your thoughts derailed.
:- Doug.
Elders are cultural disorganizers.
:- Doug.
Come as you are: elders!
:- Doug.
Grief? Improvisation? We are pulled forward to the garden.
:- Doug.
Change the program? Elders!
:- Doug.
Fresh thinking? Elders!
:- Doug.
Want to shake up your thinking? Converse with an elder.
:- Doug.
Sense stands in the way
of nonsense nonsense is the
way of the profound
:- Doug.