Meher referred to existence as the divine game –
but not a contest; not a flag to capture.
A pretend game.
A masquerade.
And once you find yourself
a mandated participant, the only course left
is to play your role best you can.
The only way, apparently,
to bow out is to make that
holy, hair’s-breadth shift of perspective
where every moment you act
not for the moment but for the eternal,
ever aware of the pretense, recognizing
yourself and your fellow players
under the make-up and costumes to be
none other than God playing solitaire,
God the great ubiquitous pretender.
O child of God, follow the clues as best you can
until you are able to see through the charade.
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