Here I am, among this that and them
and so I am flying miles through thoughts.
Three dimensional or twelve dimensional
touching souls who are awake in my journey
and back to where I am lying lazy.
Right in front of me is that old pen
A gift from someone gone long ago
love and trust binding me to the pen
and a world beyond this three dimension.
Here I am sitting writing and beholding
the second when you read and know me
I know you are connected with me and
my pen and that world beyond…………
We are one, not me and you, but
every thought that beholds love and trust
and makes us what we are as souls connected.