[From a letter from Augusto Al Q'adi Alcalde, 04/14/01. He says this was written in the Australian bush. Doug]
There is a solitude essential, palpitating heart of our steps there is a solitude like bones not merely in the universe but with it in togetherness among, like hand in hand eye in eye step in step as & with every single rock, cloud, river, being it dawns suddenly as our own dawning filling all space and time as our foot is covering the whole of the ground at each step there is no place where we turn our dancing or looking, or loving, where she's not smiling wetting the bones burning separations fertilizing breath unfathomable beauty beyond thought & feeling alive as a rock as a falling leaf as a breeze not isolation but solitude as of each beat of our heart no form colour shape or quality are her wings seed sitting forever everliving not growing but fertilizing with maturity with no time 'cause no time can produce this maturity with no roots or cause fresh as ourselves sharing this very word-sound new, will never be has never been aliveness herself, and not the ashes of the known, of 1+ 1 = 2 this is the heart of all creation the bone of all love as this breath, this heartfelt certainty of "not complete", not yet complete sweeping the ground of pain in joy alone dumb and backward, choosing to differ, nesting in the mother's breasts this is Heart flowering as love and attention with no continuity like an arrow diving as the night into the unknown.
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