Life is a dream, my Lord said.
I was glad to know it.
Twenty odd years later, I heard Him
phrase it in an different way -
o lover, you are dreaming Me.
I'm no more real than you.
I am, said my Lord, whatever
anyone takes Me to be,
dependent upon their character -
Godman to some, fraud to others,
a photograph, a name in passing,
an anonymous cipher in the human throng.
Then, what You are saying,
I replied, is also a dream.
Everything is zero, said my Lord.
Faith in Me is zero into zero -
it 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.