A Dreamers Plunge

In midnight thickets
Dreamers plunge,

While the moon
Shines calmly on.
The town is sleeping
Bodies lie
Neat and empty
Side by side.

But every self
Sneaks out alone,
In darkness with
No images on,
And travels freely,
All alert,
Roads unlisted
On a map.

No man can find
Where he has been,
Or follow in flesh
Where the self tread,
Or keep the self in
Though doors are closed,
For the self moves through
Wood and stone.

No man can find
The post or sign
That led the self
Through such strange land.
The way is gone
The self returns
To slip its bony
Image on.

Seth
Channeled by Jane Roberts
Oct. 20, 1964