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’m no more real than you.
I am, said my Lord, whatever
anyone 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.