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Maybe the other light is utter absence—sitting far away.

:- Doug.

What are the possible ways to be one?—Am I you or me?—Remind me now. Why is it so dark—on this other side of light? What is the question a dying woman asks about this other side of light—this other light?

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2510

Curiously, I was placid in my spirits, tending a little to elation, the whole time in the hospital. What is the right word? Tranquil, serene, gentled, free, peace, content, blissful? Yes, blissful comes close: grace and favor, gentle and kind, in addition to merriment and happiness. There was a sense of dawning happiness. Even though the one people mover managed to lose my note cards (I had two good poems, and who knows what else). In the days since I have felt my mood being more and more toward the joyous side.

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Try not to limit God.

:- Doug.

I am favored.

:- Doug.

Darkness
in the flavor
of the stew
portends blending
of ingredients
us
flavors aromas textures rising

:- Doug.

Let’s not let
his hate
toward us
push us
into hate of
anyone
rather to curiosity

:- Doug.

When one coming near
is close (a grandchild, say)
why do I fear
to exercise my fullest
curiosity?

:- Doug.

Wind comes when higher and lower pressure come near. It takes the gradient, flows down, equalizes, finds level, seeks out differences, and so animates. Spirit moves, now more slowly, with deliberation, concealing shapes, its edges shaped by them, large and so small as to be un-seeable. Wind leads on to wind.

:- Doug.

The future is dark;
It is ever rich

:- Doug.

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.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2509

Anything that happens to others can happen to me.

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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.