Though I write of my perceptions and experiences, we are all multi-dimensional beings.
But then again, aren’t we all one?
I see what stories are made of: science fiction characters come to life; fears become reality; impossible dreams no longer unobtainable.
I’ve seen the fabric between dimensions ripped open, letting loose the unknown into the neighborhood.
I see what wants to remain hidden in the shadows.
I can feel others emotions are sharply as my own.
I hear the echoes of yesteryear’s pains cry out.
I walk others dreams when they seek aid.
I see a myriad of possibilities of where the next moment could go.
Yet, as I enter another spiritual growth spurt, I can’t imagine what wonders will enter my life next…or who I will become.
I used to know…now I only have questions. The more I discover self, the less I know.
My I Am struggles with my physical in this world…knowing, yet clueless.
In waves, I am made and unmade.
So this next adventure in self-discovery – though I may sometimes feel I am all alone – we are all one.
We are all in this together.
I wish us a fantastic journey.
by Jan Toomer