Ancestor already?
What sort of ancestor are you? Already?
:- Doug.
Might you be destroyer of
comfort
without intending it?
Or, might you be down on all fours
crying
I don’t know what to do with this
Or, telling stories
over
till someone may find
you
or something of value
Or, will you document
the sayings of
your
elders
and if so
to what purpose?
Those who came before you
with these you are one
cannot help but be—
you were born weren’t you?
And there will be someone there after you
you will chance to meet
:- Doug.
Simply now turn
face the long true direction
two strands of grass
from the same root
blown by time’s winds
:- Doug.
Ancestor watches
Ancestor waits
Friend grown patient
From what soil and waters
Did you come?
:- Doug.
What kind of ancestor—is not about the future. It is not even about you or what you do. It is about you as a pipe: What will flow thro’ you?
:- Doug.
The seeing I seek is what I see when I close my eyes—is it itself the opening?
:- Doug.
I can do something for these children of mine—I can affect some who will be changed by the echoes—touching them in the viscera.
:- Doug.
What if we take in the earth as a living organism, a being with a need to exist like us. As elders, are we not guardians, temperature-takers, news bringers?
:- Doug.
We are closest to finding our way to stepping outside of time, or at least outside its rushing.
:- Doug.
How did humans transform the Internet, the computer, the aeroplane, the horseless carriage?
:- Doug.