A conversation between two friends

Below is a conversation which took place between two friends in a little online gardening group. Someone had posted a poem written by a spiritual aspirant/realizer. The thrust of the poem was the longing for the lover to see or behold the Beloved, the Divine.

This type of spiritual longing has been praised in the paths of Devotion. It is typically subject-object devotion with the spiritual practitioner adoring the Divine in the form presented within their tradition. It could be The Beloved as in Sufism, it could be Krishna, Christ, Divine Mother in other traditions. In this case, in this poem, it is written from the perspective OF the Divine TO the devotee. One of our dear friends, Marifa had something to say and our dear Bob supplied a response!

I thought this little conversation was really to the point from the non-dual perspective (that being that there is ONLY GOD/Source/Divine ultimately and our separate selves are illusory) so I asked permission to re-post it here.
I'd be interested in YOUR perspective, if you'd care to comment.

Marifa reads the poem and says:

I find strange that such an inspired Being
can ask so many questions

"Why do you not see Me? Why do you not hear Me?
Why? Why? Why?"

doesn't He know the answers? :-):-)

I love when God is speaking
but to whom is speaking here?

Marifa

Bob writes back saying:

Hehe, Marifa, very good!

There is a kind of spiritual schizophrenia inherent in most
dualistic forms of mysticism, in which mind divides itself in two in
order to appreciate itself. The problem is, it really begins to
assume that this division is real, and so spends a lot of time
trying to re-unite with that from which it has never actually been
divided. The dog is chasing its own tail. Sure, it makes for lovely
poetry, but is it true, are we actually separate from Source? Have
we ever been, except in our imagination? Of course, right from birth
religions have told us that we are diseased, separate, deluded,
sinful, blah blah blah, and so we get all these prescriptions from
the doctor-priests-sheiks about how to cure this imaginary disease.
What a racket! OK, well, I'm going back to the Begonias, I'll send
some new pictures later.


LoveAlways
(Bob)