Anger, jealousy, resentment. All these things I have felt as I suffer through a world of two duals. To get the more favorable outcome only gives me temporary solace as I am drawn deeper into a game with no ultimate win. Yet to lose this game can be strangely liberating.
I am Actaeon. I have reached for the boon and have been destroyed. Now in my obliteration, looking only at the world as it is without any wish for something different, I am happy. I can smile at things for what they are. My mind is at peace. Yet the moment is brief. In a blink, I will again be playing, winning, losing, and returning here: Actaeon’s Haven.
The Boogar Chronicles 
Beautiful thoughts Daniel!
There are ways but one too many
Then there are one or none
None is Not-one and also a New-one
Vagaries of perception are but
Travesties of deception
No Thinkers and doers
nor
Winners and wooers
Gone is the fright
or urge to fight
o what strange is this
plight
is worst of the wrongest
as tis better than any right
White over Grey or
Grey over white,
Black takes it all
with all might
thus begins the
ascent of his flight
to where zero is the sum
and the sum are thee (Samadhi)
Thank you. I also like your poem, it has good rhyming and cadence. Actaeon’s Haven was something I wrote in my early college years stemming from unrequited love. At that time it was easier to feel liberated from the losses that I perceived I felt. I was writing as one who was untested.