All whom I have met
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.
Archive for April 20th, 2026
Let go of each other
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.
