Saturday, December 13, 2014



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.

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