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ON THE LAP OF GOD
ON THE LAP OF GOD
In the buxom of God as you lay your head on his lap,
He allows you to dream of the impossible; that is, to
Imagine a world separate from Him and His love.
Under your half-lidden eyes you dream of yourself
And a deluge of souls drowning in a sea of samsara;
He allows you this unutterable grief of a vision.
Just as an earthly father who sends his son to a matinee
Cinema, you sit in your theatre seat watching the flickering
Of light and shadow on the silver screen and believe it real.
And where does the power come from to make something
So unreal seem so real? It comes from his power that He
Placed in the maya for he is the father of heaven and earth.
Ah, yes, there is no caution in the sleeper; we are free to
Imagine the unimaginable of all the heaven and the hell
Worlds. Somehow we get immersed in these inner events.
So entangled, so entwined in the tendrils of these dreaming
Patterns, we forget that we are the dreamer who created them
For, like Him, we are made in his image and likeness to create.
These choking growths and predatory forms of our dreaming
Mind prevail in the imagining of a world without love; we
Are like giants on a mountaintop imagining that we are ants.
He allows us to go into the primeval forest and inner wilderness
To sojourn as prodigals into the far country. Eventually, like
All dreams that end, we awaken knowing we never left Him.
