I Carries Me

Myself and “I” we went for a walk late one night in dreaming.

We walked and talked along a beach and “I” was full of feeling.

“I” showed me scenes from a life lived in a dream and asked me many questions.

Who is the “I” who spent his waking days imagining and seeking imperfection.

Myself and I we talked and talked as we walked along that shore serene.

“I” would point and we would view each scene lived in a dream.

Why choose to dream when you could feel it all in waking life?

I knew nought else imagining no other way to survive my thoughts of strife.

“I” showed me how choices were made while in oblivion I did reside.

Life had passed me by when all the while in thought I chose to hide.

“I” whispered in my ear in a language I had forgotten.

Wake up and know this truth that I am you and you are my son begotten.

There is no me and you as is Man's way to imagine separation.

There is only “I” and “I” is love and it all resides in life's imagination.

Once more brave heart will “I” send you forth to wake from your sleeping mind.

Shed your clothes and wear a skin “I” now weaves for you in kind.

Live again in another time another place that “I” is now creating.

The beach it changed before my eyes, wind and rain abating.

Be still you all and know the truth my son is “I” and he comes again.

Knowing as in a flash the truth he cried another life emerged from within.

How many times must we dive back into this earth to learn what man has forgotten?

It matters not because “I” will patiently wait for his son who resides in skin and wrapped in cotton.

So “I” continues to carry Man on back through lifetimes of illusion.

Waiting for the day when Man awakes and realises that “I” and me are love in collusion.

By Spirit Whisperer