Waking Inside Up
Fuzzy, whispered words
spread silent fog
and cotton softness
across the landscape of my soul
I, attentive, listen
to the fulsome silence,
spread my self
into the fog,
every soular cell in me
baptized
Whispered, fuzzy words
dissolve
into music and melody –
a choir of angels –
a deeply familiar,
distant tune
In exultation,
I sing along
the soundtrack of my life
Mozart would be pleased
8/19/07
This just came to me a few minutes ago, and insisted that I post it right away -- and I do
what the voices tell me...
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