Zen Mode
doing nothing as awareness self-aware
becoming the vastness by melding therein
navigating the hinterland without a compass
losing the thread of logic by joining not the dots
relying upon intuition to guide how we glide
memory imagery too released in the void
all that then is is effervescence of bliss
which we become
02-March-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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