So Many Words

I am grateful

for the company

of the raido,

faceless voices

relating, arguing,

emoting, judging,

singing, laughing.

I know, too,

if I shut off the radio,

silence the TV,

muffle the music,

stop the ticking clock…

I have words to write.

So many words

pouring through

this filter named Allen G. Dec.

(Only one channel of so many)

It is a constant flow,

like the music,

or like like the blaring tinnitus

in the never-present silence.

So many words

pouring through me,

cataracts of letters

tumbling, with no ethic,

no morals, no judgements, none,

but coalescing into a torrent

of ideas and inspirations,

images and forms

-- meant for the world?

-- or just for me?

And will the world be any less

if I, me, do not press

graphite to pulp,

if I, me, do not speak it in public,

if Allen doesn’t tweet or publish?

Some things are meant

to be seen and heard by all,

and some are not,

but all and everything co-exists

in the Heart and Mind of the Beloved.

Live in that Heart, and enjoy.

agd