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“Go to the limits of your
longing”
says Rilke
What are the limits of my longing?
“I am the silence
not grasped by the mind”
says Thunder, Perfect Mind
What is the silence my mind cannot grasp?

Does longing have any limits? Can it? And yet…it is our far longing to which we pay not enough attention, the thing we most deeply want and most deeply cover over.

Can silence ever be grasped by mind? Mind knows no silence. Mind fears silence because it cannot grasp it. Grasping suggests limits and silence is boundless.

So the limits of my longing are in this silence ungrasped and ungraspable. There is something boundless in me, in us, in together, and this is of God.

:- Doug.

Let your roots, spread wide, nourish you. Let your community feed you. Feed your community.

:- Doug.

I am setting wildfires here and here and here, wildfires of Aha, we can! This is my work.

:- Doug.

As if in a dream we get stuck in getting stuck. We need to run and yet we feel we our feet mud-stuck we stumble we fall. We do plod stumble and fall: this is the way of life. When we look back we see in fact we were running. Keep on.

:- Doug.

Help abounds. Whom can I help?

:- Doug.