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Graze we can
Breath timeless
Reach infinite

:- Doug.

You = Grandchild
Vision = Form
Equals = Equals

:- Doug.

Love expands
to fill
to hold

:- Doug.

Ineffable [stories]

:- Doug.

What last chapter most meets your prime story?

Meets
completes:
but must it fit?

:- Doug.

If the universal can touch the particular then the particular touches the universal. So we can touch past and future, even if we suppose those are separate from present.

How is not our business
Is no How
Only Do

:- Doug.

In truth, we can only ever tell one story.

:- Doug.

Can we make a whole course of study of one or two stories each person? Perhaps we can. The trick is not to grind them, but to find the rainbows. Handle them lightly, with reverence; hear, don’t listen; receive, be washed over. Explore the homey alcoves and spacious universes all about. Can we seek until we open our better natures!

:- Doug.

You are poetent!

:- Doug.

Tell your story in narrative, hint at it in lists, point with haiku, paint with haibun. Draw, dance, find its melody, aromas, flavors.

:- Doug.

What does the message look like, and can we design it without our hearer’s participation?

:- Doug.

It has to be a felt change in consciousness to the recipient, the grandchild, too or it will do them no good. They have to be hit between the eyes, they have to earn it too. So how can that stay fresh and potent and alive for 300 years?

:- Doug.

My mind is broken
But my heart beats true

:- Doug.

We have an opportunity to change the mind of humanity.

:- Doug.

Breath: I will use similar words to stand in for spirit: wind, air, storm, chill, humid: the breath of life.

:- Doug.

Ask to give: for in asking we give to one another.

:- Doug.

You look to see
You listen to hear
To soak in one another

:- Doug.

Dying to tell a story

:- Doug.

He exhibits all the desperation of falling continuously into an abyss. Not knowing, he simultaneously grasps at anything and lashes out at everything.

:- Doug.

Goals do not exist. Look well: nothing ends. In death the body nourishes mycelia, bacteria, grasses; this soul those. Setting goals courts frustration.

Acorn
little oak
cloud floats by

:- Doug.

What happens if stories collide? Or simply bump into one another? Perhaps they smash each other and I suppose nothing survives. Or perhaps they marry and something new and living emerges.

:- Doug.

The State Beyond Elder

:- Doug.

Turning as we go around the hill corresponds to simple aging.

Occasionally stopping at the scenic overlook corresponds to eldering.

Ahh, but the ground beneath the mountain! This corresponds to ancestoring.

:- Doug.