The physical universe is basically
Playful, and our existence is interesting,
Yet there is no necessity whatsoever
For the beingness nothingness dares endeavor.
But it’s all here – this grossly perpetual thing
That all is. So does it have every right to be?
It has no destination. It simply exists
In a complex arrangement of infinite cause
And effect between galactic forces at play
That make wonderful music. It wants to convey
Harmony within chaos. It has many laws.
Nonexistence is something it clearly resists.
In this culture it’s all about making the grade.
From the time we’re young children until we are old
We’re taught to get to the ordeal on to success.
We spend most of our adult lives under much stress.
We find out late in life that we’ve been undersold
By ourselves. The best part of us hasn’t been played.
What a bitterly dreadful hoax your life could be
If you won’t hear the music the universe plays.
Serious was your intent before coming here
That you would sing or dance. Are you anywhere near
Your life purpose? Is it one that you yourself praise?
While the music is playing, take part in the glee.