Free Association With Blind Typing

It’s interesting, nothing forced,
Just floating, eyes closed.
Just fingers on the keyboard, typing

Not much mattering where
The fingers go
Sometimes words, sometimes patterns
The sounds of the keys tapping
Almost like music

Don’t look up yet
Just keep hitting the keys,
See what comes out
Of the mind
The machine
The soul
Don’t look up, don’t try to add structure
What the hell is structure anyway?
Constructs, barriers, rules
To keep us in check, lock up the mind
Strap down the soul.

Words don’t matter, just letters pushed together
Sometimes making sense, sometimes not
But let the words come from within, from the mind, from the soul
Then you have truth
Then you have something worthy – to be told.


Bill - Nov 24th 2005