Not only what’s placed away
Hidden is not only what’s placed away. What are the varieties of hidden? The hidden can be generated by the between of us.
:- Doug.
Hidden is not only what’s placed away. What are the varieties of hidden? The hidden can be generated by the between of us.
:- Doug.
Say to him, “Here”
Say to her, “Now”
Leave only air
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2329
I had a dream. I became Thou.
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The secret
In the vase
May be sacred
:- Doug.
Like a child, if it is to thrive, a conversation must be wanted, fed, and cared for.
:- Doug.
The work of conversation resides in what seem to be opposites: We must at once focus our minds on total presence to all the other says, to the tone in which he says it, to the surrounds of both of us; and we must lose our minds and selves forgetting who and where we are.
:- Doug.
The art of conversation might be found in poetry.
:- Doug.
This is not an exchange of words. It is a conversation. It may even become a meeting.
:- Doug.
The work of a conversation cannot be known ahead. We find it as it goes. More precisely it and we find one another. Even more precisely, we find us together in this stew. Still more precisely, we make this stew—out of us. Into us. If we don’t get somehow lost, this stew is not fully made. We expect never to be fully made: We do not understand a word like transformation.
:- Doug.
Inner is like a lens, even a wormhole to other dimensions, other worlds, to be known and unknown.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2328
This morning I’ve been reading John Dewey
He carries the tone of the nineteenth century
So too does Virginia Woolf
But then there’s Walt Whitman
Who wrote earlier
Who comes to me as alive in my age
And Blake—My! My!
And Rumi and Rilke
They all wrote to me
And to generations after mine
They wrote from the stars
This is the way to write
To you
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Conversation is where new things can happen. Indeed it is where new persons happen.
:- Doug.
Conversation is a discovery of our dance.
:- Doug.
Conversation, indeed meeting, is a creation of we two persons, two complexities. It might even be a child of us. We must, we must, make stunned silences in our child’s presence. Our child is not a thing shouted into a barren land, but nevertheless its voice echoes back: its echoes are returning as whimpers and whispers. This child tries out its limbs, it cries out, it is demanding, for it has something to give, we have something to receive. This child asks to be lived with.
:- Doug.
Communication is not the primary intent of conversation. It is more likely found in finding. The finding we find is one another. The finding sometimes is ourselves. The finding tends toward our humanity. The finding is continual, though we may not be conscious we are finding anything whatsoever.
:- Doug.
When in conversing curiosity reaches out to and shifts into passion, then we come close to meeting. Yet it is not a pure reaching out but a blending—something pulls us. More than this, something is mutual. It is not about taking turns though that might happen. Often in feels as though it is a happening-all-at-once, an out-of-timeness.
:- Doug.
In conversation we seek beyond the connection between we two and beyond the reception one of the other: We seek the expression of something hidden in me that it might be received by a specific and particular you. Something wants, and needs, and must come out. There is no in without an out.
:- Doug.
Footprints in the Windsm # 2327
How does it affect one’s thinking to be left-handed? Your hand always immediately covers what you write. How would that train your memory?
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How might we find our way to be in tense silence and still be near, to give love?
:- Doug.
Bringing direction to conversation, consciously working to make sense, or to move toward something, could interfere.
:- Doug.
Is deeper fuller?
:- Doug.
We listen, why? To hear, to take in, to merge, to become more.
:- Doug.
Meeting, more than conversation, needs something to be at stake: it has to be about something; someone has to be affected. No mush here.
:- Doug.