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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2525

Making memories?
Not as wonderful as
Making moments

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Are you any less immortal?

:- Doug.

To serve: to disappear.

:- Doug.

What do you hear, Doug Germann and friend?
Whom do you salute? Whom do you hail, Doug Germann and friend?

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2524

The point is not the length
of conversation
nor the mere dropping
of veils
More
other
taking in
each of other
—finding us—
of same substance
and holy

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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2523

My brain is not me
It only tells me so

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Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2522

“God,” the pray-er began
“We just. . .”
As he went on I counted,
Collecting his “justs:”
Surely a just prayer
But let not your teeth
Get stuck
In justice
Or pretending to little requests
There is a hidden more
Back behind all those “justs:”
He did not trust his god,
Had to put in his order
From some imagined menu
With only some delights
For his unlearned palate
Imagining a limited god.

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I do not bring you to your highest or best, nor you me
But we may hope for higher or better or more human and person-al.

:- Doug.

Think in the direction of long, extend your self thro’ thinking, think stretchy.

:- Doug.

Hope is not of will
you do not get there by
taking a deep breath
closing your eyes
and squeezing

:- Doug.

We are for you, O you of the generations, centuries, and millennia, not for your sake but also for the heroes and bards to come from your generations and ours, to come along beside as our companions—they, they refuse to awake at the touch of any but you, but us.

:- Doug.

O generations intrepid!
Inextricable!

:- Doug.

Footprints in the Wind^sm # 2521

What if snowflakes did not land where they belonged—had to get up and walk or roll over to their rightful place?

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Whoever you are,
You are endless announcements, endless conversations

:- Doug.

We will make poems, songs, will think but in reference to the ensemble.

:- Doug.

Can we least ready ourselves for the generations?

:- Doug.

We will let flame from us the burning fires that were
threatening to consume us

:- Doug.

This is fulfilling our conversation
This is the fulfilling of our hot chocolate mugs
This is the last hot chocolate I can converse thro’
You, you generations
You will fulfill more

:- Doug.

You find more moments
To be alive
Stretch more

:- Doug.

But the shapes of your words, O Walt, they lead me on, and my words you, and we lead and point and frolic!

:- Doug.

Cooking is a dark art for me. Then Saturday I had some bread turn out very well. I could turn on the oven light, and still never know what was transpiring. It’s not about seeing. Tran-spire! Think of the meaning of that. To breathe through, one might even say thro’. To pass vitality across. Pass the peas! ¡Pasa el pan por favor!

When I say dark, I mean mystical, sitting in the fire, being consumed by the holy other of my friend, letting his music work through me, being baked into the bread others will chew and take into their beings.

:- Doug.

A verb is the center of the action between two nouns, one acting upon the other. All is relationship, and in that, conversation.

:- Doug.