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What ever came out of a relationship? Well, then, think long: What can come out of a conversation?

:- Doug.

But this together is the two of you. And this together is plural you with this person from the eleventh generation.

:- Doug.

It is hubris to think you can change the course of your ascendants. Your influence is in your relationship—person to person—you can together shape persons—by discovering them, for one.

:- Doug.

It is strong because it is soft.

:- Doug.

To the ends of the generations
to the very last hot chocolate

:- Doug.

Write your poetry
sing your song
call in those around you
they are a throng
up and down generations, conversing

:- Doug.

Our ancestors challenge us—thro’ their writings, thro’ their scriptures, thro’ their words we heard while growing, thro’ our own walks in woods noisily silent, thro’ the clouds and blue and grey skies. What makes us think we cannot—ought not even try—to challenge our ascendants?

:- Doug.

What do the generations draw you to feel, think, remember, imagine? Develop a conversation with the generations, meet them, be of the same substance, exist in your lives and change because of this new relationship. If you can change, if you can change, maybe they can too. Small ways, not even steps.

:- Doug.

We have the ability and the responsibility to make persons. Conversation is a way. We can make persons out of generations. We can stretch our reach.

:- Doug.

Might we garden for conversations, or converse for gardens?

:- Doug.

About my word-finding: Do I need to worry? No. What will be will be. Need—what is that? Do I need to hurry? No, no. Go at the rightful possibilities for each thing that comes up. Can the path be affected? If so, how good an idea is that?

:- Doug.

Do mirror neurons work across centuries? Ought they? What if they did?

:- Doug.

It is useful and beneficial to disturb the soil for the species. What soil, what species?

:- Doug.

We the unknown composers
You the musicians
Playing phrases from ether

:- Doug.

Naturally occurring water seeking intelligently wiggly missile: What’s that? A plant’s root.

:- Doug.

Something hovers, a Black Swallowtail to our Cardinal flower.

:- Doug.

I write not words and persons, but human-nesses and touches.

:- Doug.

Hot chocolate is secret, mystery.

:- Doug.

The seer sees thro’.

:- Doug.

Conjoined to a common destination, we are.

:- Doug.

You say to me, “What does that mean?” I answer, “Your question provides your curiosity.”

:- Doug.

How do I forget these?
Let me count the ways.

:- Doug.

All he really needed to learn in kindergarten—he forgot!

:- Doug.