Communion and thro’
Food speaks to the communion and the flow thro’.
:- Doug.
What can we learn from a future and a past and a humanness we think not open to us?
:- Doug.
Going to search
Myths, even stories, are ways generations talk with one another. Think of bedtime stories. Think of the love of Grandparents for Grandchildren, passing along hard earned knowledge, maybe wisdom, and of the disdain of youth tossing it all over, only years later going to search for it—and for Grandparents.
:- Doug.
As we progress
As we progress, perhaps we will discover some things about conversation. . . and ourselves. . . .
:- Doug.
What you think you read
What you think you read is not, cannot be, all there is here to be found.
:- Doug.
See, in the dark
For you see, in the dark, here something hides, here hides our delight. . . .
:- Doug.
Did you, do you?
Did you realize that when you are conversing you are bringing forth in front of your eyes—birthing—a person? —A person never before seen, who will disappear as you part?
Do you recognize when your conversation rolls over into meeting, then you begin to meld an us out of the two of you?
Do you stop in your tracks open mouthed when something arises from those two of you meeting, something you know, maybe even you dare to name it soul?—A soul not of yours or of your friend’s but brought to being out of two?
:- Doug.
Foods & recipes & methods
We converse across generations by foods & recipes & methods of cooking
By dreams we instill in our grandchildren
By the inheritance we receive from our children
(No, not just insanity)
—the pull to provide for, foster, propel them.
:- Doug.
Tumbling barrel for gunpowder
We play with words, images from the everyday, sounds, shapes of life itself, yours & mine, his & hers
Our art has touched to & beyond time out past anyone’s memory
& here we find the pull of conversing, meeting, and soul-calling-up
—life!—
& its satisfaction.
We find ourselves in, and we make for ourselves, a melody haunting & harmonious &
Cacophonous
Working, incessantly laboring, at throwing our antithetical powers
Into what might, only might,
Become a tumbling barrel for the manufacture of gunpowder for those who come next to overtake us.
:- Doug.
Embracing & exhausting
Embracing & exhausting—those are our life’s tasks, drinking full even the last hot chocolate.
:- Doug.
Destruction
Destruction
In forest is pruning
Making room
Making nourishment
Allowing in air & birds & food from the sun.
:- Doug.
Easy
In re-learning to fall (why “fall?”) asleep
I find the trick’s not so much blanking my mind
as blurring it
The re-verse of daytime
When focus is the unexamined value;
Now to let wash over me by immersing and pulling back a distance
Both and at once
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2532–Involved
Footprints in the Windsm # 2532
Out your front window, you saw the old woman fall at the street’s edge, & you saw me come to help her. You came over to look. I asked
If you would let me use your phone to call for help, or if you could drive us to the hospital, & you said “My phone. . .” as your voice trailed off, and you
Turned and returned to your house;
It may have been my imagination: Did you mutter you did not
Want to get involved?You are human
You are involved
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Not interchangeable
It is not the purpose of humanity to be interchangeable pieces, one with the other—like in hospitals.
:- Doug.
