who are you?

By Debby Rosenberg

“who are you”, it asked “I am” came the reply “I am” consistent in its changing once granite in its beliefs solid of purpose eroding now like sandstone rigidity made pliable and labeled maturity wherein who “I am” spoke inaudible to human ear a sense or feeling instinct to wholeness oneness in a flash of thought

“who are you?”, it asked “I am” came the reply

“I am” flexing in temporal event like a dreamspell familiar winging and misty appearing from other realm unfamiliar and known lucidity marvels miracles beyond illusions reality consistent in its changing

whether it is “you” or “I”