The put the old man in a home
They put the old man in a home
Without e’en so much as a comb
But he fooled them all:
One day late in fall
Eloped with his bride to the Dome
:- Doug.
They put the old man in a home
Without e’en so much as a comb
But he fooled them all:
One day late in fall
Eloped with his bride to the Dome
:- Doug.
The divine whole
Out of which we came
Calls us larger
:- Doug.
Public opinion did not exist
before there was a public
public arose as we
came closer together
can we invent conversation
as the stories
come closer together?
:- Doug.
Are open
my eyes
some days
look then
look here
:- Doug.
The edges and corners of the ceiling
O! They want to hold me from
Flying! Flying!
Yet they cannot!
I will fly!
Out the windows
Through the floor!
:- Doug.
Does compacting
Together our alonenesses
Lead to our crazinesses?
:- Doug.
Wanted: Kindly person,
lover of old folks, life, and
spreadsheets
:- Doug.
Today I feel that touching you is as simple as turning my face to the winds. Why does it feel so dry other days? Yet: here are you!
:- Doug.
Feeling connected to You, a big, expansive, all including all You. All you have shown me this morning! Much to record, and much yet to “see.”
:- Doug.
Beautiful weather for the
soul to fly
upon the feet of the windiness
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1464
The root of our problems is
People feeling unsurd
and unheen
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My imagination is real.
:- Doug.
When
Your God is too small
You shrivel
Then
Turn and see
The conflagration
In the hills
Of some planet
Light years of light years
From here
In the Real
:- Doug.
Your presence, man
Your presence, woman
Comes to us
Is perceived by us
Long before you walk before us
:- Doug.
The show!
a single tree
left side only
ablaze top to bottom
in the morning sun!
:- Doug.
Every day, something new
if we’re having fun
:- Doug.
We’re all learning this thing called life as we go along.
:- Doug.
You can be a burden on your family at end of life by stressing them, giving emotional pain, keeping them in the dark—not just by being a financial burden. More so, not letting people help or love you is a burden that is carried years beyond your life.
:- Doug.
Maybe what our culture needs for our end of life conversation is some serious time for memento mori, memento vitae.
:- Doug.
You can’t know it all
because
everything is moving
:- Doug.
Leaves hanging on to their twigs
straight out in the wind
silently squealing Whee!
:- Doug.
Much of what we do is unthinking
forgetting
to engage our profundity and
collateral effects detector
So that if we think to promise Mom
no nursing home
we ought think about her
sitting helplessly watching us
kill ourselves
While we will both grow
tired, irritated, and angry
with one another
When we could have been tender
:- Doug.
There is another logic
Beneath the me that’s me
I may not have the me I thought
We’re something larger
To unlearn
:- Doug.