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It starts with our very first words. Mommy, Daddy, cat, dog, apple sauce. Even the multi-purpose No. Little wonder we draw ourselves apart from other things, from others. Words ingrain in us our separation. With such intensity we insist our young learn language. There are hardly any words which do not split. Here I am trying to use words to bring us together! Together is the Big Secret we keep from our children well beyond a dozen years: you are here because Mommy and Daddy came together.

:- Doug.

Reflect! Reflect! Reflect!
Learn! Love! Converse!
Forward the now!

:- Doug.

Don’t leave yet!
This is the good stuff
This is your Work!

:- Doug.

Learning, Loving, Conversing
—Synonyms!

:- Doug.

With the holomovement
It is never all here unfolded
Learning must go on

:- Doug.

We move
We start at things moving
So we think all life moves
We may touch the holomovement
What do we know?

:- Doug.

There is much we do not notice. My recent reading suggests that humans were unable to see colors until a few thousands of years ago. The ancient Greeks apparently only saw red, orange, and yellow. Color is not mentioned in Genesis, nor in the early Vedas.

What does that mean? Did our color sense develop, or did we start to notice what was there?

Maybe the difference matters because we can develop our ability to notice. For my wife’s birthday party a few years ago I did not notice, till my sister pointed it out, that I had not arranged for plates and forks for the cake; then last night before a meeting I had set up, I did notice (but only on the way there—but, hey, that is progress!) that I had arranged for no water nor cups. If we can notice more and more subtle things in our environs, maybe we still have a long way to go.

:- Doug.

For centuries we have been looking to see smaller. Think electron microscopes and atom splitters. Now I want to see larger.

:- Doug.

Meditation/contemplation is part of my work
the springing part

:- Doug.

Let us get busy

:- Doug.

As we age
mystery is revealed
for ever mystery

:- Doug.

Go to life
larger
and drink in

:- Doug.

The message of my living
being heard from the heart
the heart larger

:- Doug.

Did love come after fear?

:- Doug.

How often we stop our thinking! Our train is interrupted by a fleeting observation, we start to reflect, maybe catch a glimpse of something profound, but we stop it to get back to the little task at hand. We could at least record the event: breadcrumbs to follow back.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1489

We have not opened these doors before
The conversation is rare because
The conversation is new

Please pass it on.

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We don’t know how to be truthful to one another about dying.

:- Doug.

If I die a sudden death
Let it be while doing something I love
So I need always to be…

:- Doug.

Our ubiquitous servant-master
—try to get anything done when it is on vacation—
is electricity
yet maybe when it’s out
we can do something real

:- Doug.

A bureaucracy exists to make invisible
Those who would pull our strings
And turn them into fences

:- Doug.

Meeting is the dance of living.

:- Doug.

Life is full of lively
concepts and movements
notice, and mind wants to dance
arm wants to hold
and swing each other round

:- Doug.

This is not about death, nor even about dying: rather about living as we are dying, for surely we are all dying.

:- Doug.