It wouldn't be some disembodied string of words that carried specific meanings for him because of his pattern which might not carry those same meanings for me because of mine. Yes we would still be removed from each other's Truth by the words themselve but we would be closer. This seems instructive to me. Maybe we need to talk less and practice listening to the heart beat of the Earth more. Cool winds blow through the Fox river watershed this moring.
Blue sky gives way to fecund clouds as the smell of snow once again permeates the air.
Green Dreams, r.c.