There is poetry if you listen

Conversing we figure out together this thing called life. Beyond what loses our analytic minds in complexity there is a playground where all is reunited as if it were ever separate. Person fits with person, two with three, three with five, though each is infinite and woven. Conversing there is a poetry if you listen: rhythm metaphor blood.

Poetry:Conversation :: Metaphor:Rhythm

:- Doug.

Published in: Conversations | on August 1st, 2006 | No Comments »

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