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...