Category Archives: Poetry

Development does not stop

For me, development does not stop with the physical, mental, cognitive, emotional, and psychological. It needs also to go to spirit and intimacy—meeting, poetry, and conversation. :- Doug.

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A dream to give

Has a dream to give the elder for the grandchildren much more subtle than a dream to give :- Doug.

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After our grandchildren grow up?

After we grow up After our children grow up After our grandchildren grow up We grow In what direction? :- Doug.

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Preservation and opening

We can be about preservation and opening way for the entirely unexpected :- Doug.

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Ancestor, let us gather

Ancestor, let us gather generations of grandchildren to see what happens! :- Doug.

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O the possibilities of you!

Sooner or later your particles all go back to random pieces of all there is ready to reassemble into something else O the possibilities of you! :-Doug.

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Measure the intensity of your astonishment

You can measure the quality of your eldering by the intensity of your astonishment. Grandchildren should leave you thunderstruck! Wisdom is unknowing. Not not knowing, but letting loose of what you knew to swim in mystery. Outcomes uncertain: venture! :- … Continue reading

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Get the air right!

Get the air right! Yes! That is our task For the Grandchildren :- Doug.

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You are the impossible one

You are the impossible one a grandchild an ancestor :- Doug.

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To my classmates

To my classmates I owe having fun. To the grandchildren I owe having fun. :- Doug.

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Wonder, Old One

Wonder, Old One, Young One, what is the living thing at the center? The center of yourself… and all life…and all? :- Doug.

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If it’s not fun

If it’s not fun it’s not For the Grandchildren it’s not for life :- Doug.

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Eldering fun

There is eldering fun in wondering —what is the green for? —why the tree stops at leaf and does not go on and on? —what does it feel like to be light? :- Doug.

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Fun is essential

Fun is essential to spirit: meditate, and grandparent with fun! :- Doug.

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O Elder, dream!

O Elder, dream! Speculate what might be! Converse! With the grandchildren! Lift their dreams Not with yours With theirs Dream, O Grandchild! :- Doug.

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In real life, death

In real life, death is something we rarely witness these days, so we begin to think there is no death, in real life :- Doug.

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Simultaneously dead and alive

You must be simultaneously dead and alive :- Doug.

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