Speaking of God
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.
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 really lost.
God alone is Real, my Lord gestured also.
O my friends!
It is you and I,
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.
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