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I have had enough of this deep and subtle magic...
The way all things are connected...
For one, we already have bottomless, curious bliss
Which we summon with the ease of reflexive breathing.
And on top of our electric marvel
We push ourselves to find purpose:
What are we to do with this?

Example:
The name of the purpose I read in something yesterday
Is found and answered to me in the thing I read today
(And this happens in infinite forms throughout our lives).

Now what?

What is the "it" trying to tell us, if anything?
Pay close attention to life
And all will express itself to you
With surrendering sublimation.

We are not even close to pawns,
We are sitting on a knoll in the sun yards away
gazing through the window of the house where the chess board
Lies quietly on the table.
We can't see what side is winning, 
Or if play has even begun.
We are simply given the gift of unique perspective
Which is all we can really attest to and argue about.

I am playing a game
And a game is being played around me
And a game is being played within me
And it's all the same game.

And for all notes to sound harmoniously, in unison,
We need not to even think hard on the matter,
Or really do anything
Except: show compassion, remain temperate, and relax.

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