who are they, and where do they come from, those voices inside my head?
eavesdropping, i hear thoughts unbidden, sometimes sweet harmonies of angels, others raucous, raunchy songs of of demons.
eavesdropping, soft voices reciting free verse, controlled voices recounting stories of imagination, dreamy voices narrating streams of consciousness.
eavesdropping, voices clear and hectoring, sometimes nurturing , often mulishly contentious eliciting no secrets, only indiscretions. never sharing facts, only expressing opinions.
am i encountering meanderings of a troubled mind or acquiring ideas from goddesses of inspiration?
am i attending to my own voice or god’s? are they the same?
Desert Dweller 