So I wonder if she will hear?
Does she know what I fear?
Does she know I still hold her dear?
Yo no se. Still unclear.

3:53 and I'm awake
Just a little William Blake
Istanbul: love to make.
Belle of Belfast. Finnegan's Wake.

Tired and lonely. Yo soy Todd.
Synchronicities. My mind or God?
I plot and place, Pope and plod
Nor can foot feel being shod

Yellow sky aglow last night
Sor Juana's mystic flight
Alex in Tucson. Two green lights.
Frightened, lonely, but willing to fight.

                         Eckhart
                 Not Sein und Zeit