Step right up to the Game of Your Life—
Not the mild sort, not the lukewarm-lite.
No, this is theBIG one,the bold neon swirl,
Where you spin the dial and design your whole world.
Guess who’s in charge of it all? Surprise! It’s YOU!
You’re the boss, the head honcho, the whole kangaroo.
You craft the game board, the squares and the tracks,
Choose a penguin, T-rex, rubber ducky, or yak.
You choose the colors of twenty-buck bills,
Hot pink or grape purple—whatever you will.
You call all the shots in this wild, wiggly place,
But to win, you must meet the star—Your Own Face.
Strange though it sounds, many humans insist
They’re here by accident—cosmic hit-or-miss,
Or stitched from a swirl of egg-meets-with-sperm,
Then sentenced to struggle through life long-term.
But before you began this big Earthly stroll,
You pass through the Valley of Forget-All-You-Know.
Your memories blur, all your brilliance on mute,
Your Divine spark hidden in an earthly commute.
(And yes, it seems odd to plan life, then forget,
Like boarding a ship and ignoring you’re wet.
For if you knew the end, you’d skip the whole quest,
Play beer pong on deck while ignoring your best.)
By age five or six, you buy into the show.
“All these rules must be real! Mommy says so!”
You follow directions with trembling fear,
For an ill-tempered God might smite you from here.
Heaven or hell or the black-hole abyss.
What a grim set of options for being amiss!
But later—hooray!—your true memories return,
And your inner lamp sparks with its long-hidden burn.
Millions today feel that flicker ignite,
Learning to talk with their higher-self light.
And something delightful begins to unfold—
Their laughter grows louder, their courage more bold.
They win more as well—not the “beat someone” kind.
But the treasures of Earth: deep peace of mind,
Abundant good health, friendships that stay,
A zest for each moment that brightens the day.
So what is the trick? Must you gamble or cheat?
Eat sixteen pies? Chant spells in the street?
No, none of the above—just greet someone new:
The most fascinating person as always, is YOU.
And as you recall what your soul came to do,
Your thoughts rearrange, your path becomes true.
You expand into yourself—through and through,
Becoming the “you-iest you that you can do.”
Let’s Have a Conversation:
Have you found the you-iest-you? What does she look like?
