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Let us wrestle ourselves out of our left minds into our right, out of lower logic into divine logic, out of rational into poetic.

:- Doug.

Wondering
and wandering
this is our higher
as lawyers
as poets

:- Doug.

I die a thousand times a day every letting out my breath there is no support no assurance my lungs will take another when they do I ought rejoice but do not because I mistakenly expect

another

lilacs turning brown
another spring going
I walk fast

:- Doug.

When we might say “pressure,” let’s say “need for steadiness in caring.” It helps.

:- Doug.

Your right to cough
ends at my nose

:- Doug.

We develop in a root pattern, from one seed fertilized, through similar birth canals, and from there we spread out and flower or send out branches or stems or ears or leaves. The older we grow, the more particular and peculiar we become one to the other, and by dying time, we each do so in some specific way.

:- Doug.

To die I suspect is one of the most human actions, that is to say, most particular.

:- Doug.

Life’s purpose is not so much to live it as to love it.

:- Doug.

What disturbing question does your story raise?

:- Doug.

The communion only stands a chance if at least one of us moves toward our together.

:- Doug.

We will work with our stories, play with them, from all sorts of points of view, many of which you have not thought up, in imagination and creativity, with pain and joy, poetry and prose, weeping and guffaws.

:- Doug.

Your one central story.

:- Doug.

Beware! We each will look your story in the eye. Who will blink first? We each will be undone. Our stories too.

:- Doug.

Mysticism’s coverings are the eyelids of common culture, not the mystics’ own doing; the mystic sees and meets and invites open eyes.

:- Doug.

Maybe we share our story also with the community of ancestors.

:- Doug.

Once I resolved to hear a larger world to let it penetrate me change me. This is to share some wonders.

:- Doug.

Sacred geometry, cartography, survey: to see the shifting center of our meaning across centuries.

:- Doug.

Proposal: The meaning of your story is the effect it has on humanicity in 11th generation adults.

:- Doug.

Once we have communion across three centuries, the center of our meaning has shifted and humanicity has changed.

:- Doug.

Poetry seems the way of mysticism, of opening mysticism to people, near a parabolic manner. Opening the intellect, yes, and the metaphors, yes, and still there is more. Mysticism is beyond method and ways. Mysticism is about a higher humanicity and about wrestling our way there.

No straight road up the mountain this. Nor is there any. There will be setbacks. There will be effort, blood, body odor, tears, and mud. There is no there to reach. Instead it is right doing, and wrestling with things that are also right doings.

:- Doug.

In imitative language is meaning in the words their rhythm and arrhythmia in their flow and halting.

:- Doug.

The rhythm of the words, the meaning in their onomatopoeia, our feeling as they rake our tongues, as they reverberate within our skulls, their echoing through millennia of ancestors, the feelings they evoke, the feelings that evoked these words: study, study well, study hear, study with ear and beyond mind, study with body, study with miles and years.

:- Doug.

Ultimately we teach more than facts, more than metaphors, more than ways.

Let us aim for burly questions to wrestle into the long nights.

:- Doug.