Gnawing dark beast
In conversing two things: We bring a little of our other into ourselves; we let go a little of ourselves. Perhaps this is fire and death. Perhaps this is a gnawing dark beast and a seedling.
:- Doug.
Archive for March 18th, 2024
Adding layers to the onion
I seem unable: —to find any animals who don’t have some conversation; —to claim for humans a higher animal state, but only find those animals more closely resembling us; —to hold only humans have emotions or feelings.
Holding these notions is ultimately not significant. What is is to find one another, to create our one another. Conversing, we create not things but persons. It almost seems we are adding layers to the onion, blood to the human beasts.
:- Doug.
Slices you a wedge
Your direction through the door
—what you’re gaining
what you’re losing
what you’re facing—
slices you a wedge
when opening to you
the all around bursts
:- Doug.
