Category Archives: Poetry

Blest cheese

Blest be the cheese that binds. :- Doug.

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Thoughts thunk

These thoughts I’ve thunk, some of them, are spiritual history. They are good as footprints but mostly are kicks in our pants. :- Doug.

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Softly taste

The profound that cannot be said is wrapped in our incessant felt need for converse. Softly taste the delicate force calling us to one another. :- Doug.

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Avoid thought

I want us to think I want us to avoid thought :- Doug.

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We are, or not

Together we are Not together we are not :- Doug.

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Not about wisdom

It’s not about wisdom It’s about where we find ourselves Being here While lost Our kind of presence :- Doug.

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Reconstellating our lives

Reconstellating our lives renews our generativity :- Doug.

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Finis now

Fine comes from finis in this age the best is now to be :- Doug.

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Mist embracing

When thinner than mist one can embrace everybody! :- Doug.

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Legs are lighter

As body—we fall to pieces As mist—we travel time Our best legs are lighter than air :- Doug.

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To air

Born. Become bigger. Learn some new things. Grow bigger. To air—mist-ified. :- Doug.

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Shared thing unknown

Can the grandchildren benefit all their lives from the shared thing unknown? :- Doug.

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Don’t know?

What is it you don’t know from which the grandchildren might just benefit? :- Doug.

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speaks of generativity

The psychologist speaks of generativity The poet of grandchildren :- Doug.

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So adventure!

Adventure in the larger inclusion —all is guess, inexact, imprecise —all is open So adventure! :- Doug.

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Flows down hill

Actualization flows down hill Love seeks its own level :- Doug.

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Decrepitude

There follows decrepitude. Not all experience it. Some perhaps even seek it after other parts of their lives. It might be short, or it might last years. Might it include some spiritual dimensions? :- Doug.

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