You are everywhere at once.
You are as far as I can imagine.
Co-create the imagining, but don’t force it. Let it come. Your circumstance is ideal.
Your dying days are paradise.
Everything is yours to sample.
Go deeper. It’s all right here, beneath your nose, around the universe and back to your ass.
You play like a child because you’re always a child.
You cannot tell a lie to your self.
The stage is full of lies and half-truths. Half-heartedness.
Some from the characters of Phil and Philip. Those flibbertigibbets.
You’re glad to go. You flit and fly and fly.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, goodbye.
Are you all these characters on the stage at once?
Could it be?
What are you afraid of? Steering the boat? So don’t.
I AM doesn’t steer anything.