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Out of stunning comes silence.
Out of silence comes meeting.
Out of meeting comes conception.
Out of conception comes life.
Out of life comes stunning.
The mesh gets finer each turning,
so each is wildly fecund.
Much waste, much life.

:- Doug.

This being stunned is what happens when we meet a truth: a truth we did not know before. There it is, looking in through our eye to see if we recognize. If we do, we must go forward for there is no back there.

:- Doug.

What are the truths that are calling to me in this moment?

:- Doug.

Still, there is some truth I have not yet said. Truth is always bigger than my words. It calls me forward to try to express, and before that to find. What is reality, and where does it reside?

:- Doug.

Wal, shut my mouth!
(I hope you will get some meanin’ out
of these helpless words—they
are the only way I can think of
to reach to you on paper)
what I was thinking wisped away
in that instant when we heard
(and knew we each heard)
an echo of what one of us said
then ever’thin’ went still
I am left with an empty
head and a new sorta
inkling away in my noodling
all the goo between us is scraped away
so’s to see the ground beneath
is solid for a dancing path ahead

:- Doug.

How to tell when our conversation is about to change the world
a person is stunned
the person made up of all our group
mouth shut by what we heard
words fail, silence incubates
life will not allow us to meet it again the same
being stunned is the space for awareness
the start of wholing

:- Doug.