Category Archives: Poetry

Keep reaching out

Keep writing Keep telling stories Keep reaching out :- Doug.

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Contemplative lawyer

A contemplative lawyer A contemplative elder A contemplative poet :- Doug.

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Squealing in a high pile

Grandchildren in a high pile tickling squealing all arms and legs aren’t we all? :- Doug.

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Wider stories

Longer, wider the stories The story Deeper :- Doug.

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See it, hear it

See it, hear it, call attention to it better humanity near you :- Doug.

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Sacred purposes invite

Sacred purposes invite our participation for the sacred in our species :- Doug.

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Along comes a story

Disorientation surrounds us Along comes a story A river appears Eddies boulders and rapids We start to sense :- Doug.

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More responsible

More responsible to the generations than we realize :- Doug.

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Layers of respect

Second sight far sight layers of respect :- Doug.

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ever more gently

Waves move away from your finger ever more gently :- Doug.

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Who will want the stories?

In the 11th generation Who will want to keep the stories And why? Work here :- Doug.

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Four times we might just live

Four times we might just live once in experiencing twice in writing reflectively thrice in rewriting for the generations fourth when another reads the lesson you did not see :- Doug.

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Story elicits

Story elicits reciprocity a bubbling up of “that reminds me” deep flows from deep :- Doug.

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Watch over time

Do you watch yourself over time :- Doug.

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Idealistic is now

In all your accumulated experience for you to be idealistic the time is now :- Doug.

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Poetry is how

Poetry is how we converse with our highest selves our furthest ancestors and posterity :- Doug.

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Butterflies migrating

Be less analytical see pillows and vees butterflies migrating :- Doug.

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