I Am
I Am that I Am as Popeye would say ...
or was that the burning bush to Moses?
Who is the I without the Me?
Which came first the Me or the I?
Does the Me know the I?
When You speak, You say You to Me
and I say I to Me and You to You and then,
We speak of Them.
When I say Me and You say I when You speak of You
but not when You speak of Me,
and They just don't know what to say.
And there You are again
and here am Me ...
or is it I?
Which I Am do I speak of when I speak of Me?
The I Am that is Infinity? or, the ego I
that thinks it is all?
And what of Me, that little itsy bitsy Me
that crawled and cried and cooed,
then rose up to become a Me that got to say:
I think I feel I believe
as if it was all about Me or until it was about You ...
Is that when it was We?
Or is it always and forever one universal We
with a Me who can feel apart from and forgets
I AM.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2007
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