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I have thought of some responsibilities on my own. But others can awaken me to greater, to variety, to possibility.

:- Doug.

Self expression is a way of hearing the mystery of me. Conversation is a way of hearing the larger mystery of we.

:- Doug.

Conversation demands
Conversation objects
Conversation fights you. Both.

:- Doug.

His actions may be beyond compassion, but his followers are not.

:- Doug.

With humanity the world becomes conscious of itself. With conversation humanity becomes—however haltingly—transparent to itself. With transparency comes increasing clarity and the risk of compassion. Hearing the stories of our others heals both of us, that is, makes us whole. Makes us one, in some way. This is a power, a potential, we did not before possess.

We have then responsibility for heart-hearing.

:- Doug.

With conversation we become
transparent
to self and one another
even so, rather than known
re-mark-possible

:- Doug.

Why then shall we converse? What are our responsibilities?

:- Doug.

Conversation is symphony. A unison of sounds, harmony, concord of sound and voice.

:- Doug.

They won—but they are bringing the bigger violence.

:- Doug.

How then converse? Complicate: bring narrative.

:- Doug.

Conversation is trouble-making.

:- Doug.

In our conversation
Sniff aliveness
Ready to pounce

:- Doug.

A conversation is a system, regenerative.

:- Doug.

What you expected to do
and did not
is a hidden grief

:- Doug.

In writing ask, “What does the poem want to say?” Avoid writing what your rational mind works up.

:- Doug.

The force of all living
streams through you and me
a breath not quite a whisper
a wind of the fifty-three sacred dimensions
communion!

:- Doug.

Freely receiving
Freely give
Spirit of living

:- Doug.

Speaking is breathing
Through one another

:- Doug.

One task of the great search is to enter reflective consciousness.

:- Doug.

reconciliation
after grieving
is now, the now
for moving out past
persuasion and coming together
to enter our common search

Grief is the province of the living.

:- Doug.

Not all seeds grow
All seeds not sown do not grow
What of conversations not held?
What of conversations not
Leading to another conversation?

:- Doug.

What I talk about
I may think about
What I think about
Repeatedly
Likely I do

:- Doug.