How many worlds ...

How many worlds are within us 
And how many are without
No number is large enough 
No time long enough
And no space great enough
Yet here they are.

We come from dreams 
And become memories
Yet always we are alive
And always we will be.
Who dreamed of us
And who will remember
As we remember them
And dream them also?

We unearth bones
And artifacts and pieces of our past
Bits from the container
But nothing of our lives.
The wholesome parts- the best of us
Are with us as we speak.
And always will be watching
From worlds greater than this.

Spirits are not buried
Or even petrified
They rise not from the earth
But from the heart inside
Where time and space are folded
And all these worlds reside
What a fancy place 
For eternity to hide.