Equanimity
a surprise is sprung
of the nasty sort
but the beauty is
our heart does not contort
something has changed
a definitive shift
aided by bliss mists
we see consciousness lift
there’s nothing we did
save relinquishing identity
all that is, is grace
to grant heart serenity
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