Profundity comes in through the ears. It first goes out. Through the hair. One lets down one’s hair. Loosens shoulders, lets them down. Pretense—of strength, beauty, whatever it is—is relieved. One just is. The deep down, the really real, revealed. Deeply accepted. Through the other’s ears. Through one’s eyes seeing the other’s ears drenched. And OK. Really OK.
:- Doug.
