Life ain’t a major arcana
It’s a flipped up board and spinning dice
Life ain’t pre-written drama
It’s the Universe in a grain of rice
That’s wrong! It’s in ‘a grain of sand’
But it really means the same
The Beauty and the Mystery
Dwell not inside the brain
The Great Imagination
Is imagining the Mind
Enfolding and unfolding
In a dance outside of Time
Your consciousness expanding
Through the Cosmos without limit
While the brain’s misunderstanding
 It can’t fit the Cosmos in it!
It’s keeper sits bewildered
In a cell of endless night
But the consciousness is laughing
In a sea of liquid light
Old lexicons are useless now that
Newton’s course has run
So be it Spirit, be it Matter, friend
‘The ground is always One’

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