|Poem| My Imaginary Friend.
To my imaginary friend,
who dances to the tunes
of my imagination
and understands all the depths of my conversation
as no abstraction,
but as a divine manifestation
of what I have ever dreamed,
And while, this moment in all its perfection
or Imperfection,
as your imagination may have
perceived,
or received by the forces of five senses,
slip out with such ease like the quick sand
and,
I scream to the heavens to seek an answer,
to questions, I have always been asked
by thy hallow voices
of my head, that won't recede
till I am
dead,
or alive
but, never to be remembered
or heard,
unless the voice of my imaginary friend,
echoes through my spine,
to drag thy through the temple of divinity -
for my time has come,
to be here and now,
and to embrace all that I still fear, or
to let go of
ego -
and the whimsical urge,
that still surge
through the wailing walls of
my aching heart -
slowly,
oh yes! very slowly
to melt away into labyrinths of pattern,
or vibrate to unify into
that one consciousness,
or that one vibe
emanating from thy cosmic tribe
that we all -
you, me -
and my imaginary friend
have all -
belonged since eternity.
So, Oh! dear divinity -
Blessings you continue to shower,
no matter if
the signs have receded
however -
for us and all of us are unworthy
or worthy,
of only
thee -
so breathe!
inhale -
us into your loving laps and,
exhale,
onto us thy love
and only that
one true cosmic love!
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