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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 1597

I wonder if all understanding is a search for a butter metaphor.

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The know/kill observation means nursing homes. We do kill each other by ignoring the resident and killing his or her life; we do kill ourselves by making people into projects, into things, and losing our life in the process.

:- Doug.

Where does the ocean come from? From the rains. Where do the rains come from? From the evaporation of the oceans. There is a circle, a cycle, a process. Where does the poem come from? From observation. Where does observation come from? From rhythm, from poetry.

:- Doug.

There is a lot packed into those few lines!

:- Doug.

Conversation is comparable to God or the other way around. Conversation is a process. Perhaps God too. We are all in the currents together, so we cannot tease out the sender, receiver, nor even the message. We are the one and in the one. The one is rhythm. This rhythm is process and the other way around. This rhythm is comparable to God and the other way around. We are brought forth in conversation and we in turn bring forth the conversation that brings us forth.

:- Doug.

The piece is puzzling. I had a clear insight, and this is more evocative than clear. It is a prose poem; it is pulling things out.

:- Doug.