Category Archives: Poetry

A field of poppies we won’t pluck nor trample through water strider wise :- Doug.

Wisdom need not be scary might it be deciding what you don’t need to know? encountering a field of poppies without picking one—nor walking through :- Doug.

When we each live to 120 or 130 what will we do at 70 in our “first age?” :- Doug.

Eldering has no end humans make ever finer :- Doug.

Your reach should exceed humanity’s grasp or what’s an elder for? Stretch yourself stretch us all to a human size :- Doug.

It is more than finding heart and soul it is growing evolving humanity’s grandchildren root stem flower bee seed It is more It is more :- Doug.

Through the leaves Out past the sky Across elusive sills Play among The grandchildren :- Doug.

Given an opportunity —to elder— for the grandchildren many are called few have chosen :- Doug.

Paradoxically elder Simultaneously do something and don’t do anything Intend to let meaning arise Question is, do we play out of awareness or ignorance? :- Doug.

We don’t hear what we don’t hear :- Doug.

There is more than you can see This is the seeing For today :- Doug.

To survey the landscape of eldering leads to taking in transfigured swaths gathering times even beyond humans :- Doug.

“That reminds me,” an elder says, because with more stories arise more complex connectors to hook us into life :- Doug.