Into your language
Friend, into you, into your language, the foundation beneath me, beneath all conversing.
:- Doug.

Friend, into you, into your language, the foundation beneath me, beneath all conversing.
:- Doug.
My dream for the grandchildren elders 300 years out: to speak out their message even if they do not have the words. Speaking brings forth the words, maybe only in the years beyond the instant.
:- Doug.
The desire has us, the desire to get a message up to others who cannot see, cannot interpret nor understand the message, but wanting to give it themselves. We must develop in our own time. Maybe to ourselves/myself who cannot see, cannot yet understand. So we try, playfully, to speak.
:- Doug.
I was above, looking down—hearing down—trying to speak the inscrutable language.
:- Doug.