Category Archives: Poetry
wells up
Care is sold Caring wells up :- Doug.
LIve as long as possible
Live as long as possible Live as much as possible The first saps from you The second demands your soul’s full exertion :- Doug.
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O elder
O elder cosmos bring of the in energy gather go out it divinity from :- Doug.
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Go ever than profounder
Come elders Let us depth our plumbs Go ever than profounder we went :- Doug.
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young-old and old-old
There are the young-old and the old-old; those who have elected to cross the threshold are elders and sages respectively. Some old-old are merely suffering from disease and falling apart; sages have the same conditions as a sidelight, or even … Continue reading
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Evaporation is the work
In elderhood, our etherealization becomes a prime activity—we spread our now much larger far-seeing selves as widely as even cosmos. In past, some of ourselves evaporated as we worked; now this is the work. :- Doug.
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Causing us to chuckle
Inseparable threads entangled Weft: eldering is about gratitude, despair, being turned, going forth: entwined we are a green thread, a red, a brown, yellow, blue, ochre Warp: loving, conversing always! story, spiritual discipline: threads, gossamer and brilliant So what about … Continue reading
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leave us a good question
Researches begun last century legacies to produce fruit this or next leave us a good question :- Doug.
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Story’s the thing for eldering
The story’s the thing for eldering Much elders gather no need for explaining :- Doug.
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turning corners
Eldering, like poetry and conversing, is in turning corners. :- Doug.
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sacred hearing
Let us move into sacred listening then to sacred hearing :- Doug.
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the doctor stands alone
A party: the doctor stands alone no one thinks he stands in need of our healing human touch :- Doug.
To make of this time an art form
Eldering: To make of this time an art form, its own poetry, touching the world. :- Doug.
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