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Mystery (Mist-story) flows through me.

:- Doug.

Whoomsh!

:- Doug.

Across the flames
How else do we hug?
Must consent to being consumed

:- Doug.

I do not choose alone
you, too
and together
and beyond
yet in a hand

:- Doug.

Grandchildren, there is a path from me to thee
Grandfather, here also you are

:- Doug.

These grandchildren
Though not yours
Your offspring might be

:- Doug.

Who will our grandchildren’s grandchildren be?
May not like us see
Even cyborgs could be
Still better than we
Or why’s a progeny?

:- Doug.

Many people are inspired when they walk over a tree’s root system, on listen to a sea whisper to the shore. Where are your roots, your shore?

:- Doug.

Streams in the wind have sworls and rapids, falls and power, and sometimes caress your hot temples.

:- Doug.

I am seeing some ways to try connecting across the centuries. The first thing is to not go across the centuries, seeing them as a barrier or a long jump, but perhaps a bridge, a wormhole, a field, a commune-ication instrument. They are part of what connects us. Yet get beyond images and words to the fundaments, to what we are together. Spirit, mist, mist-ery.

:- Doug.

Many centuries
you have been alive
then you have met
still meet face to face
all grandchildren

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1770

We said “I don’t know” to one another. We accepted and confessed to one another weakness, even vulnerability. Then we got to work. Open, then work. Then we had to accept that closing would inevitably come. With it despair. It was all flowing into each other. We saw. We see. We fight. We embrace. Flame and cool water.

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Be the poem
you seek to hear

:- Doug.

Elder: the view we open to determines how much we see.

:- Doug.

To be wholly yourself, complete, is to be ever growing, incomplete.

:- Doug.

Alzheimer’s is sometimes called the long death. Yet we all are in a long death: birth is a terminal condition. We also journey long to come to live out our free and immortal spirit, to grow ourselves openly and larger, ever larger.

:- Doug.

Connecting across 300 years is not time travel: it is here and now.

:- Doug.

You have inherited a million Dollars. It is now your responsibility to do good with it. The least you can do is make it grow. Get imaginative. Grow people. Beyond yourself. Grow worlds.

:- Doug.

Learning new things I am, I am
You and me and we
Confessing and forgiving
Becoming real
And in that, completing

:- Doug.

To get inside the people, start one generation at a time.

:-Doug.

Notice what I feel of sacred moments, then act it out once more.

:- Doug.

Maybe people sometimes need dementia?

:- Doug.

Together is the field, conversing the flows.

:- Doug.