What Do I Feel

What Do I Feel

How deep is deep?

Even this inward glance seems deep to me.

Do I need to breathe?

Is there a place here for my feet,

Or something here for my eyes to see?

Do I need to weep?

How deep is deep?

Will I drown here if I don't breathe?

In these brainy depths do I even see? 

Surely there's something here of Me...

How deep is this keep?

Thinking if I get any deeper I'll freeze.

Can't tell, am I on my knees?

Seeking the Me I can not please.

How deep is deep?

What do I feel here in the deep of Me?

What do I see?

Seeing here... I'm not all together Me!

Whee... I'm almost free!

OK, that's too deep! I need to sleep...

How deep is deep?

Can I even sleep, when I'm this deep?

I'm free to leap, when I'm this deep!

Is that a breeze? Oh please!

And then my Me, begins to flee...

I find Me... tangled in a tree...

What is that sting? Was it a bee?

No! It was Me, trying to be...

What do I see here of Me?

I feel a We...

Is that Thee? Or just another part of Me?

Hearing a whispering We...

Believing it to be... Thee!

My heart cries please, don't yet retreat.

Can We, for a moment meet?

It would be such a treat!

Is my need this deep?

To reap of Thee a treat, in the deepest deep of Me?

By, Geoffrey Marshall Regent