Zen Mode
our daily chant
we call prayer
is repetitive
we die a little more
slipping into stupor
on each immersion
where’s wonderment
joyous astonishment
of childlike innocence
meld with the deity
in a fusion of hearts
nothing less will suffice
27-February-2023
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