We need to listen well; we need to hear the space of the unheard rhythm, the space opened up by the withdrawal of the question of Being. This calls for a listening that comes from the body of pre-ontological understanding, a listening that draws its sense of time’s gift of Being from the silent rhythms of this deeper body and incorporates within itself, without ever fully retrieving it, the originary Legin of the Logos, the originary laying-down and in-gathering of Being, an utterly open field of vibrant energies.

a fragile ‘thou”, a hungry tiger, a steamed pod on my plate, the color of orchard grass, the scent of abandoned bluebooks, a thirsty cow, an angry boss, the smiling farmer all coated with husk … the sweet lustre of one of your girls, the word someone tosses about like a head, tumbled with dreads… the way someone cries when they’re lonely, and laughs when they are simply alone — although I did not hear them then, I only hear them now

The End.