Life is a dream, said my Lord.
I was glad to ponder on such.
Twenty odd years later, I heard Him
phrase it in an different way –
O lover, you are dreaming Me!
I am, said my Lord, whatever the dreamer
takes Me to be, dependent upon their karma –
God to some, fraud to others,
a photograph, a name in passing,
an anonymous cipher in the human throng.
Then, also a dream, I replied, is what You are saying.
Everything is zero, said my Lord. Zero into zero –
it all equals zero. I’m
at sea, I said.
Not yet, He replied, but you’re getting there.
In order to drown, you have to let go
of everything that holds you up.
O child of God, the child is a dream;
God is a dream; this idea, this poem also a dream.
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