What if I’m open?
What if I risked being wrong?
I’ve caught glimpses of things that never were, had visions of happenings that possibly are.
These inklings, fleeting ripples in perception are beyond my understanding.
What if I’m mad, my brain deceived my spirit hoodwinked?
What if it’s just me, my imagination gone wild?
And yet it goes deep you know, knows me….somehow.
I talk, I listen and it responds, each time a different way. Sometimes imperceptibly and others clear as day.
What if it’s real?
What if it’s here, does it feel?
I ask waiting to receive, seek looking to find.
I knock on the door, what if it opens?
Interesting ideas here, makes me think about the me that was, before my parents were born.
The two way communication that happens constantly, only being aware of it briefly, because as soon as it becomes a part of awareness it dissappears again like a snowflake in the palm.
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