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Have the conversation across generations—leads to an adoption of conversation.

:- Doug.

By dark I mean joy and fun valuable things we have come to denigrate and make small.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2520

Too small to float much
we, particles of snow,
how inconsequential
to winds moving us to now
where-we’re-supposed-to-be
in days we lock arms, melt
what is our lasting work?

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By dark I mean constellations which need the opposition to make their qualities known and shine.

:- Doug.

By dark I mean pregnant.

:- Doug.

By dark I mean lasting—into the furthest reaches of the generations before and the generations after.

:- Doug.

Dark and light must dance
and spin or how would we know
either?

:- Doug.

Conversation is about making persons to the end of generations.

:- Doug.

Incomplete
Misunderstood
Imagined
Person
Is
Worth
All

:- Doug.

Is The Last Hot Chocolate a lyrical essay?

:- Doug.

Find other evocative sayings and enigmatic.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2519

Share it
before it is perfect

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Read a book when you get it. Read it again, you get something new. Read a person again with curiosity (and some commonality) and you give to each other riches overflowing.

:- Doug.

Black contains, absorbs all colors. White reflects, unleashes all colors. Equally brilliant, equally inviting.

:- Doug.

Clean language is invitational. If we are to approach two as one, we need to invite the dark and scary (two as one is losing self, letting loose a monster unknown), beyond which is where Rich lives.
Ultimately Rich and Dark are probably inseparable. Probably every human is so from any other. Because each is other/holy to the first. To approach rich is to find dark—hidden, unknown, and just a little frightening. To approach dark is to find riches and possibilities.

:- Doug.

Wind winds
Us thro’ us

:- Doug.

I am part of all whom I have met: in all directions.

:- Doug.

To those generations we cannot see, our eyes are black, black. But O: we see thro’.

:- Doug.

If all fear is the fear of death, what does that say of our conversations becoming one? Let go—over and over—let go. Like my “I accept death,” we are asking ourselves to let go of each other of where/when we are, of our little circles of light over our table, to find what is in that dark, out there and then. Letting go is getting out of its way—life’s way—we must die! Scared? I am. And eager.

:- Doug.

My stroke was gentle, and then it left me.

:- Doug.

Slip under hope.

:- Doug.

Looking at and to one another keeps our attention and intention on her. Now we feel the need to pull us to others, holy OTHERS.

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2518

I chose to name my stroke “Beneficent.” It is good for me. I take it as part of my life—integral to me, same as the day after a child is born, the new parents cannot imagine, cannot remember, a time they were not a three. Indeed, in some real way perhaps, they were always on that trajectory. So I have always been headed for my stroke, and my life after. And you and your friend have always been leaning into one another.

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