I love just being quiet and listening. One focus in one direction. One could almost wish to never come back- to just listen and listen until there was no more boundary between the listening and the listening-to, between the saying and the saying for, the seen and the wished to be seen, the understanding and the understood. Finally a moment that completed itself, a giving forth with a beginning and a middle and an end, the doing and the doing for dissolved, the done and the would be done upended, as words and the meaning and the words untied the alchemy of the known.
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