[She had no options. She was portraying someone else’s identity, but had lived another reality. What would happen if she couldn’t return to her body?

She was not worried, but afraid of losing what she cared most: “What she believed she was.”

She couldn’t take it anymore. She fainted.]

Where am I
if I don’t know
who am I?

{…If we are confused, but don't want to see it... What will happen with our choices? What kind of results does a confused person have? Why don't we want to acknowledge our confusion? Is i because we prefer to feel secure, than actually BE secure?}

Am I the star?
Am I the body?
Am I a scar?
Am I everybody?
Where is creation kept
while I am asleep?

{…Why are we so sure our true reality is awake? Where do the truth lie? What happens when we are inside a lucid dream? What is the truth? Who can answer? }

Inside me,
as I dream,
as I begin,
again…

{…You... Only you... The truth is inside you. When will we get tired of the confusion, and begin be love? }

Miracles are constantly
covering the cells of my body,
the mended of emotions,
the ended thoughts
of the night.