Chisel on stone
Chisel on stone
pain rounds us out
Seed in egg
among sends us out
No lightning, much sweat
together to wrest into existence
Divinity’s new realms
:- Doug.
Archive for September 19th, 2011
The music of the guitar
The music of the guitar is not made by the sounding box nor the tuning pegs, but by the strings between. the rhythm of the drum is not made by sticks nor skins but by their touch—between. Your human voice touches my ears but makes its music in our hearts.
:- Doug.
Generating larger life
That’s what conversation is—
Betweens, amongs, betweens, amongs
Generating larger life
:- Doug.
