Game?

Stephen C. Rose
Everything Comes

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Oh, we had to get here

There was no alternative

Honesty requires it

Look beyond rehearsals and

Prepare for the performance

I play games

Me

Yes

All the time

3rd Floor Slots

Google Solitaire

I make them up as I go

Oh no

They must be linked

The Slots are the main one

Solitaire gives pace

(Unless I choose to ignore it)

What I am going for

Experience

Pure experience

Some Meditate

Eviscerating the mind

Attaining blissful freedom setting thoughts aside

Oh bliss oh bliss oh bliss

But me

I meditate while clicking

I would not have it any other way

Love Power Love Power

Yellows Across

My mind is engaged and suspended as well

All minds are I think

In fact

What is there but manifesting things

Product of will

Heart urging on

I am at 13 close to the top

My name is Agape

If it stops tomorrow

That’s OK

You see the entire exercise

Is learning to balance

Care and No Care

It’s automatic

As many good things are

We live in dialog

Bigger than known

So yes

While not otherwise hopping

I’ll anchor myself in this rickety chair

And click click away

Like a mesmerized teener

Devoid of guilt

I never slack off

But there

Are things I never could control

Rock Me though is in my grasp

“Rock Me Like A Slot Machine”

The name they gave my game

I key the mantras half and half

Five and Five

Care and don’t care

Achieving balance

Sometimes miracles explode me

Sometimes I simply I pass by

Happiness accepts whatever happens

If they knock the door down and come in

I will open my arms to their assault

I am plunged into being half Spirit

How could I not be when what’s deadly flies

So as I write on I will tell of triumphs

Triumphs neither here nor there

Triumphs that give credence to a balance

Twixt believing and there’s nothing’s there

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Stephen C. Rose
Everything Comes

steverose@gmail.com I am 86 and remain active on Twitter and Medium. I have lots of writings on Kindle modestly priced and KU enabled. We live on!