My grandchild, my elder!
My grandchild, my elder!
:- Doug.
Say what’s important, with its power. See where it takes us.
:- Doug.
There is a piece and peace of me that is fuzzy, warm, and mystical. This is my way.
:- Doug.
Across the flames
How else do we hug?
Must consent to being consumed
:- 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.
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.
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.