Relax

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.