To say the grandchildren, in fact —oh, to utter them Is that not their secret stratagem unspeaking to have us express them? Otherwise they are lost to us banished by our failure to imagine them leave the unsayable aside show … Continue reading →

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nowhere exist

Posted on December 14, 2018 by dgermann

Wisdom calls us but does not and nowhere exist :- Doug.

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I work on living and dying

Posted on December 14, 2018 by dgermann

I work on living and dying the inevitability of a life growing as it is gathering in dying as it is leading us to experience fullness of living :- Doug.

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You know their limits

Posted on December 14, 2018 by dgermann

You know their limits these grandchildren and their possibilities :- Doug.

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What people say of poets

Posted on December 14, 2018 by dgermann

What people say of poets could be said of elders :- Doug.

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The elder catalyst

Posted on December 13, 2018 by dgermann

The elder could be catalyst. :- Doug.

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Fling the little you are

Posted on December 13, 2018 by dgermann

Fling the little you are embracing out into the spaces grandchildren breathe an elder has nothing to fling and that nothing is necessary, is necessary a potential to nourish :- Doug.

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Caught and ignited

Posted on December 13, 2018 by dgermann

Caught am I by metaphorical real grandchildren snared, saved, heard, touched, infected, flung, boarded, joined, ignited :- Doug.

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Return to connection

Posted on December 13, 2018 by dgermann

Return to connection shaped by the stream of grandchildren your emptiness a resonance chamber perchance to hear the song our streaming makes return :- Doug.

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