chess

Moving pieces on a chessboard
I used to try to win
I used to care
I used to pick them up with outstretched hand
before I learnt
that everything takes care
of itself
moving like clockwork
melting into next
now

Gnomiki gnomiki the magic is ready let the world alight let the dance begin

Er - Merry, what on Earth are you doing?

Meditating

in the air

why not

what's wrong with the ground?

Nothing. I'm on the ground now

Then how come you seem to be floating before me three feet up in the air

Oh there are different frequencies of ground so the frequency I'm currently on appears to be up there, but it's all one

So how do I get there?

Nothing to it. Tune in. Let go. Trust.

Trust what?

Yes, trust what...

But what is what?

Correct - what is what - and it makes perfect sense now that you're sitting alongside me, doesn't it

Er... yes, it seems to

So let's take it further...

Where to?

To its logical conclusion.

Which is?

Correct. Which is. This may feel a little strange.

You're telling me. Like folding into myself.

Fold away. Trust and you'll find the way back

Back where

Back where

Back wh air

Letting go I float into the sky shifting worlds as I go

Home sweet home