Zen Mode
Simple Simon follows rhythm of his breath
In surrender going where it flows
With each exhalation he shifts into space
Pauses there awhile in stillness
Receptive, vibrant but yet unexpectant
Then when breath polarity rotates
Naturally and unforced
He re-enters his form
Going into the heart
Via single eye
Bringing back to his soul
Whispers from the void
Feeling, not interpreting
For thoughts rest
20-October-2022
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