Zen Mode
we push and pull
without striving
in tranquil calm
enjoying the game
till the scorpion stings
then anguish binds
dragging us down
into darkness
until we rebound
restoring equanimity
but in the intervening space
between delusion and illumination
the impressions imbibed
if viewed with nonchalance
ends the purpose of earth life
since awareness is undiminished
beholding itself in each wave
as life ebbs and flows
17-March-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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