Make me your constant companion,
gestured Lord Meher, speaking of God.
Like an imaginary friend,
I told myself . . . but, no not imaginary -
beyond imagination and conception.
From Aloneness God created loneliness,
the illusion of separateness, of other,
to be eventually quenched,
so love could run its course
and God could find Himself
though He was never lost.
God alone is Real, my Lord gestured, also.
It is we, o my friends,
His playmates, who are imaginary.
O child of God, apparently, everything is love. Love
the verb, love the noun, love the ongoing mystery of God.