A CONVO WITH ME

This morning I happened to look down
And saw me there scurrying about.
“That isn’t I,” I gladly declared, “for she’s so limited and lost, unaware that she’s bought into illusion.”
A voice behind I lovingly queried:
“Aren’t you glad the I you thought you were,
looking down upon your poor little me,
isn’t you either?
“Who are you?” me and I both demanded.
“Why, I’m you, two steps removed!”
How far does this go?
Even unto eternity.

DrRobinStarbuck