Now That We Are Conscious

Or not.

Awakening peels the thought world back, like layers of an onion, and with each revelation awareness expands.  I am.  I see that I am.  Or am I?  Are you?

Seems maybe you are not.  I am observing, see.  I am observing that you are perhaps unconscious.  No judging!  Just watching that thing called you spin its convoluted story. Your being, wrapped in personification.  Some might just call it talking.  

You make me laugh, now -- right now -- but where are we?  Not now.  We're in your story.  Or is it mine?  It must be mine.  Because I Am, or I am in my story, either way, you cannot be the cause of it, can you.  No.

And there you go, waning back, waxing forward, filtered through yesterday, or a thinly veiled tomorrow.  Wait ... what?  Sounds dark.  Working from the negative.  Calling fix me, fix me, lay it on me, you're the teacher (that "you" being "me." You -- are you ready? being the student.)

Haha, now that is real role-reversal! 

Yes, I see you now.  It took so long, so lost as I was, in a separate world, my mind, my unawakenedness.  Now, you are before me -- to touch, to taste, to inhale, to hear, to pull, pull unto me.  

If I so allow.  Oh, and I will.  You know.