An elderly gentleman plays at a game,
conjuring images, handing out names.
Pieces are made and limits set.
(How the players soon forget!)
He closes his Eye and the die is tossed.
Losers will win but the winnings are lost.
Life and Death take different sides.
Duality now resides.
To see infinity with a finite mind;
ignorance needed, he puts on the blind…
So it seems an endless round,
ego rules the boredom-bound.
Circling stifles compassionate lovers
but loving ourselves admits there are others.
Gulping air leaves greater thirst
and swelling hearts must surely burst.
Eyes that are sleepy are prone to illusion.
Minds that are thinking are host to confusion.
All seems lost, a phantom race;
filed away, an unsolved case.
Now these are all pieces, the great and the small.
All is in all therefore, all is in All.