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Who may not see
You boost me
So I see
There is much to see
It is everywhere

:- Doug.

There is a larger
I have seen it
I see it near every day
We have not the words
I do not say

:- Doug.

Heaven and other goals
Mislead us to think their
Attainment is the highest good

:- Doug.

Seek not to change the world
But see to it
You turn

:- Doug.

Are you the person to be my literary executor? To start the process of publishing while I am alive?

:- Doug.

This is written through me
Not by what you picture as God
By something much larger

:- Doug.

If I drop in the sea
I pull the sea up to me
If I fly to the stars
I pull the stars to me
I am of the whole

:- Doug.

Conversation is contra
To what we suppose
Works
So too sleep
So too play

:- Doug.

Maybe big is only better for the big…egos.

:- Doug.

Being human is about the start, the heart from which something flows.

:- Doug.

Thinking is arduous work. Remembering is much easier. That’s why we have slogans.

:- Doug.

Attempt something. Good. Together.

:- Doug.

Say the ponderful. Do right. That’s all we need aspire to.

:- Doug.

Hope and fear are about accomplishment and results. Results are an impostor, a thing leading us astray. What we need to do is right work. Now.

:- Doug.

People go where people go
People will go where people go
People will go where hearts go
People: go where people go
People: go where your hearts go

:- Doug.

I am heartened by the long view, seeing humankind over millennia of millennia—and more than humankind—and over vast immeasurable distances. I want to see longer still for surely this view is holy, whole-making, and heartening.

:- Doug.

This Grandpa loves to get on the floor in a pile with kids and tickle, wrestle, hug. Unknown to any of us—certainly to me for many years—there is here a message. We are one. We are. There is joy here.

:- Doug.

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.