Guest guest Posted February 23, 2008 Report Share Posted February 23, 2008 THE ROYAL GAME > > On chequered squares of space and time, > Dark shadows dance their game of mime; > To slay the Self is their cryptic aim; > By tricks of mind, to heights they climb. > > There struts their Chief, Black's his name, > A proud ego is his claim to fame, > A cosmic game he's forced to play, > Helped by his dark deluding dame. > > False bishops at his feet do pray, > Marauding knights have feet of clay, > A pride of puppet pawns at rest, > His army's poised in gaunt array. > > The Lord of Light is truly blest, > The White Goddess is his Queen, no less: > With castled Sages on each side, > He waits to play this celestial jest. > > His warriors, stately stallions ride, > Maintaining righteous order wide. > In silence, pawns withdraw and meditate, > Freed from their dream of seek and hide. > > That Self wants Ego checked to mate; > The rascal fights to thwart his fate, > And kill his foe himself, instead: > We'll watch their struggle, taught and great. > > By laws of Nature the rules are led, > The end's perceived, Pure Consciousness, ahead. > He'll wage this war in awesome glory > `Till Black resigns: thank God, he's dead. > > After ages, growing grey and hoary, > Both lie boxed, their game was gory. > When `WHO' created this sport is ready, > A new game begins again; another story! > > Alan Jacobs > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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