To the world I appear….
To the world I appear….
To myself I….
:- Doug.
We have to stop thinking of aging as a disease. Curing something that is good and natural: is this the best thing?
:- Doug.
Perhaps, just perhaps, the world is going both directions: down to a terrible abyss; up to a brighter future. It depends on us, and we are pulling in both, really in all, directions.
:- Doug.
There is much to do, we cannot know the outcome, still we can add our bit of gratitude and peace and love.
:- Doug.
The god of war holds us as in his grasp, the whole world, sister and brother. Still the darkness cannot overcome the light. We are privileged to be here now. To bring that of light.
:- Doug.
Fractal is the spiral
of opening
of conversing
of loving
this work widens
from turn to turn to turn
fractal the spiral
:- Doug.
The religion beyond religions
The love beyond love
We find we have
:- Doug.
The old truck had a bumper sticker: “Give war a chance.” Mom told us It takes all kinds. How do we love “even” those? What’s in the human heart that finds kin in war? What’s in us? Are we attached to the notion of peace and know not peace itself?
:- Doug.
To approach no ego, zero,
is to enter the space of all
possibility
:- Doug.
It may be that low latent inhibition (thus letting in more environmental information) helps us see things in fresh ways, that is, holistically. Inhibition is sometimes reduced as persons age. Well now, combine that with high intelligence and the result could be a brand of wisdom.
:- Doug.
The ethics is in more quality conversations—the more conversing, the more beings are engaged in living and loving.
:- Doug.
Reach forth a finger, human,
and choose to touch your God
to touch your human companion
this then is conversation:
your holy act
:- Doug.
Conversing is the womb which bears me
Conversing is what I start in motion
Conversing is what starts my world in motion
Conversing is with humans, and
Conversing is with anything I touch
:- Doug.
Eldering gives us a common path leading to a one-way threshold, and we do not all stop by the same stations on the way. There is no wisdom that all harvest. Some attend, some engage along the way, some roll along kicking and yelling. All fulfill. We each have some choice, as do the people and circumstances we meet, and chance plays upon us all. It is a privilege to notice life along our path, to share it with others. Some will understand. Some will know they need to notice.
:- Doug.