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I am not forgetful. I know you. I just can’t remember.

:- Doug.

A conversation can
be a Vision

:- Doug.

I see nothing more in you than you could see, but I see, I work to see, I roll in, my imagination.

:- Doug.

Is my interpretation of my Vision the final? Never! It is only mine. But it is my act preparatory to my acting.

:- Doug.

Vision and conversation
Each a time alive
With raw material

:- Doug.

We are about revealing the sinews
between conversation and
the all that is

:- Doug.

Would idea density in my speech patterns help someone with Alzheimer’s?

:- Doug.

The more nothing is in you
and your seeing-through
the more friend is there

:- Doug.

There is a speed of the engine
and a speed along the road
Which do you slow for friends?

:- Doug.

The end of every story is silence.

:- Doug.

There is an ocean of soul close over your head, waiting to burst. Poke. Wait.

:- Doug.

I’m writing—no, I’m uncovering—a world of worlds infused—shot through—with radiance—a garden shining!

:- Doug.

Don’t think I am writing this story to say I have the answer, to teach. Oh no, no, no. I am as lost as you, probably more. Together improves our chances of finding our way.

:- Doug.

To write a thank you note is a
bigger expense than to pay
money, and a seed

:- Doug.

We need each of us to cross
The flood of the not knowing we
Sometimes taste and sometimes not

:- Doug.

A seer ought to be
an empty tube
not at all mirrory

:- Doug.

For all I write of Through
Do not get through your talking
Find friend, hide

:- Doug.

The way to see, O Seer,
is to go blind
and cut out your tongue

:- Doug.

Your life, conversation,
Was never in words

:- Doug.

See-through to the holy in your friend.

:- Doug.

To do-be holy-through
Is a choice given us
For all this life that remains

:- Doug.

Don’t worry over words: Come to the vision.

:- Doug.

Caution: Thinking oft gets in the way of ripening vision.

:- Doug.