in the midnight hour
thomas tallis motets playing
ancient wall of sound

pierces soul and mind
melifluously singing,
peace of mind and heart

journalling process
no internal editor
heartspeak on the page

re-reading last year,
my journal when i moved out
inspiring me now

my mind runs so fast
back brain drive always thinking,
front connects with world

back drive processes
constantly checking life out,
response and sensing

i am struck by this
need to write it on this site,
public not journal?

perhaps i whisper
and test out my real voice here
anonymously

anger is from where?
yet not anger, what is it?
Rage against machine?

why so many rules?
old patterns try to impose...
No more do they fit

i cannot respond
like i used to, broken free
and being just me

with thomas tallis
and his voices, long since dead,
soothingly healing

what is openness?
do any of you guys know?
and does it matter?

good grief, it's too much...
'Time for Bed' said Zebedee.
I go, seeking sleep

Sweet oblivion
my pillow is my lover
I snuggle closer

Auf Wiedersehen
Und Gute Nacht, Himmelbett,
Four poster dreamer

Ich will jetzt schlafen,
In Traeumen spielen froehlich,
Alptraeume sind weg.