THE QUESTION

The question is, how do you know you exist?

I am...when I am asleep,
Sometimes more alive and full of power,
I am...when I dream of home,
I have lived many places in my dreams.

I am...visiting often to my homes of dream,
Familar sameness rich with memories,
I am...when I dream of paths and trails,
I always find my way to that same place.

I am...when I am flying,
Lifting free of ground and floors,
I am...when I jump to air uplifted
Soaring over miles of endless carpet colors.

I am...there in that place I work,
Knowing faces of friends and their stories,
I am...familiar to all and loved by some
Always planner, teacher, designer, solver.

I am...because I know.
Sleeping dreaming waking same,
The self of me is me the self who...
is as I am.

We are one.

Peace and love...>>>iggy

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