The Secret Being

Dreams tell me a being lives a secret life in the traces of my thoughts. Neither male nor female but partaking in both genders, this being has no fixed contour but swirls through the ether in a succession of shapes across the same time and space that carries impressions of my being. My dreams reveal a giant that dwarfs me in body. But I am certain we have within the same Old Soul, whole and wonderful. What is this being? Why does he occupy the same space and time as I? Is that other one my guardian, or am I his? Does he know I search for traces Orpheus, and seek the presence of Isis to pay homage to her and affirm her life. Perhaps these are our common goals.