Monk mode
I go about my everyday chore
full of zest but no desire to score,
with no rear view mirror, in this moment,
I frolic about in throb of bliss magnetism potent,
as it so transforms my form, layer by layer,
the invocation being my prayer,
allowing my soul to be by love led,
jettisoning from my being, ego now dead,
judging no one for I know in truth all are one
and thus in timeless time, coming undone,
in an aspect of embrace and release,
with no demons left to appease.
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