Emptiness pregnant
The emptiness between us might at any moment become pregnant.
:- Doug.
Our betweens are not only what flows from you to me and back, but also the empty space.
:- Doug.
Archive for March 21st, 2022
Rode upon a snowflake
The old man rode upon a snowflake
Holding on but loosely, loosely
“Alive!” he shouts into the wind
And Wind returns his word to him:
“Your ember blown upon, now flames—Alive!”
:- Doug.
Blown sideways-on
Snowflakes may be in conversation with other snowflakes, or maybe not. They are in conversation with the wind, floating along, perhaps wheeling when blown sideways-on. In reacting to the other—and even the wind is turned, minutely, upon touching the flake—is conversing. The flake converses with others when it lands, and with the grass and the ground, as it settles in, as it melts into the substrate. Just this little is conversation, is life. And the wind whistles to the wind.
:- Doug.
A different train
Are there kinds of conversations and are they different from their purposes? I am beginning to think that conversation has to be peripatetic, jumping from I am friendly to let’s get to work to let’s get down to business to hey how about this to joking to laughter and banter to something deeply complex, all within seconds and without prediction. There are no straight line conversations. We need relief from one direction every few minutes or less. Our minds are that way, riding this wave of energy and then jumping to a different train going another way.
:- Doug.
