I Must Be More Than What Others See

I must be more than what others see. For that is just the physical me. I know there’s more than what’s in sight. There must be a hidden me, right? If not just physical, then what other form? What other choices could be the norm? When I physically manifest. I showed a shell of myself at best. I may be a spirit, residing inside, Or am I the source that’s controlling the ride? A being of intelligence given a choice, Communicate through writing or by voice. Physically here to live then to die. I know I’m more, but not sure just why. I’m part of creation, an eternal life force, Created by God, creation’s source. My life is a mystery, beginning to unfold. I’ve been fooled by many and the lies thy told. The voice inside quietly said, “There’s layers of awareness in my plan, Various depths of consciousness in my creation: man.”