Our words keep us from seeing. Look to the stars in the night sky. If we could stand next to one of those stars, we’d see the all-consuming burning, feel the storminess, be rushed with gases—so much we’d get we miss in the word star. The same is true of those words look, night, sky, and in. More than the, this is truly our universe.
:- Doug.
Is it life I am espousing, or conversing, or relatedness, or heart?The quality that has no name?
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 1412
Remember to breathe
It’s your heart that matters
Not the administrivia
Please pass it on.
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Coherent, useful, and poetic
—What we want of our buildings,
Our laws,
And our lives:
Here we belong
:- Doug.
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