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We accept our conversations, and will go on wandering, wondering, until they end.

:- Doug.

This last hot chocolate is not the end of the exploration, not the end of our hot chocolate, but the beginning—see how the trail curves off into the great forest?

:- Doug.

Yet this is dark for us—until we bring it more to our awareness.

:- Doug.

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Perhaps the dark—but that would be too easy.

:- Doug.

Have I glimpsed the secret of hot chocolate, these conversations? I concede: No.

:- Doug.

What is it brings us forth to our home? Brings us with another? Delights, elates, buoys, lifts, gratulates, thrills, pierces, enlivens?

:- Doug.

Dark is pregnant, fertile, growing, living, moving, to-gather.

:- Doug.

At last, the hot chocolate is dark.

:- Doug.

One darkness
two find their one

:- Doug.

We find comfort in this darkness
in sweet
in bitter

:- Doug.

Dark is impenetrable, obscure, calling. Dark has aspects of fog.

:- Doug.

Inter-flowing, we are the grey cloth of our friend. Tickle-poke till you laugh!

:- Doug.

There’s a river
that flows between
words closing our sky

:- Doug.

Don’t hold back—the song
has need of the top of your
lungs. . . and the bottom

The song makes use of you as wing to traverse across generation and high valley.

:- Doug.

Who spoke? Who in shade
listens? Does either one hear?
Solitary bird

:- Doug.

Bread—as life and you and I—comes from fire.

:- Doug.

The this all there is moment is another “Greek god” of time.

:- Doug.

To write slowly and spaciously brings up to the mind?—the soul?—grey cloths not previously encountered.

:- Doug.

What is to know? To mystery, to poke mystery as if to poke holes in its veil, this is to us to know. This satisfies or must satisfy as monastery wall with a crack and a Zen view of mountains and green valley.

:- Doug.

We carry with us our individual space-paces.

:- Doug.

Consider there are ways we know one another that by-pass conscious pathways. What little I know.

:- Doug.

What would you do?

:- Doug.