Zen Mode
nectar drips from the third eye
enlivening the nose till nostrils
we look not to the ancient texts
to authenticate this occurrence
which we know in definitiveness
having been, seen and become
the screen on which bliss plays
17-February-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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