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There is much we do not notice. My recent reading suggests that humans were unable to see colors until a few thousands of years ago. The ancient Greeks apparently only saw red, orange, and yellow. Color is not mentioned in Genesis, nor in the early Vedas.

What does that mean? Did our color sense develop, or did we start to notice what was there?

Maybe the difference matters because we can develop our ability to notice. For my wife’s birthday party a few years ago I did not notice, till my sister pointed it out, that I had not arranged for plates and forks for the cake; then last night before a meeting I had set up, I did notice (but only on the way there—but, hey, that is progress!) that I had arranged for no water nor cups. If we can notice more and more subtle things in our environs, maybe we still have a long way to go.

:- Doug.

For centuries we have been looking to see smaller. Think electron microscopes and atom splitters. Now I want to see larger.

:- Doug.

Meditation/contemplation is part of my work
the springing part

:- Doug.

Let us get busy

:- Doug.

As we age
mystery is revealed
for ever mystery

:- Doug.

Go to life
larger
and drink in

:- Doug.

The message of my living
being heard from the heart
the heart larger

:- Doug.

Did love come after fear?

:- Doug.

How often we stop our thinking! Our train is interrupted by a fleeting observation, we start to reflect, maybe catch a glimpse of something profound, but we stop it to get back to the little task at hand. We could at least record the event: breadcrumbs to follow back.

:- Doug.

We don’t know how to be truthful to one another about dying.

:- Doug.

If I die a sudden death
Let it be while doing something I love
So I need always to be…

:- Doug.

Our ubiquitous servant-master
—try to get anything done when it is on vacation—
is electricity
yet maybe when it’s out
we can do something real

:- Doug.

A bureaucracy exists to make invisible
Those who would pull our strings
And turn them into fences

:- Doug.

Meeting is the dance of living.

:- Doug.

Life is full of lively
concepts and movements
notice, and mind wants to dance
arm wants to hold
and swing each other round

:- Doug.

This is not about death, nor even about dying: rather about living as we are dying, for surely we are all dying.

:- Doug.

We seek ever a more complete relation with our world. To do so consciously will aid our gathering and being gathered.

:- Doug.

Anger at the mention of a concept, like evolution, business, or religion, is a sign sure that we are not thinking. We are letting a word stand for our thinking, while we sit lazily by.

:- Doug.

Holy is other
Whole is other
Than what we usually

:- Doug.

Snowflake swirls her skirts
Dances her singular and only
With hundreds she’s weaving
A single white comforter
One smile in the human soul

:- Doug.

coming to rest
lazily spinning
light snow

:- Doug.

I am in a swirling
of work that must be done
see the larger here and open!

:- Doug.

Narrowing circles
Community to family to nuclear family
Might be clues to approaching death

:- Doug.