What do you have to give?
What do you have to give?
What do you see?
:- Doug.

Fling the little you are
embracing out into the
spaces grandchildren breathe
an elder has nothing to
fling and that nothing is
necessary, is necessary
a potential to nourish
:- Doug.
Caught am I by
metaphorical real grandchildren
snared, saved, heard, touched,
infected, flung, boarded, joined,
ignited
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1833
Put your memories into poetry
—you might just mean anew
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How to use activism, spirituality, and fun for the advance of the upcoming generations.
:- Doug.
We look because we want something. Friend, inspiration, rest, novelty, comfort. Or maybe we fear something. Our eyes ask What Who How? Seldom if ever are we open. Seldom if ever do we see the nothing between the somethings. Giving shape to the somethings.
Perhaps meditation/contemplation is looking to see the nothings opening.
:- Doug.
Poetry sometimes
is lists of words each
swimming the same clear stream
:- Doug.
We had worried the machines
would take over and enslave us
they have been more crafty and subtle
taking over our spirits not our worlds
see our metaphors are machines electronic
and we love these metaphors
thinking we created them
:- Doug.
What I wrote is not quite right
But close, and that will do
It brings a pause and then we move along
:- Doug.
I thought to strive to bring out the wisdom from those in converse with me. Then I realized wisdom does not exist. I need to seek in folks their humanity, to bring this out for all to see.
:- Doug.
When, like now, I don’t want to meditate/contemplate, is precisely when I need it.
:- Doug.
Love the grandchildren
—all the grandchildren—
as no one yet has thought
to love them
till they are ripe
:- Doug.