Zen Mode
minuscule tempest
a flicker of rage
or disdain
the gust
is soon quelled
by love’s healing balm
what aspect within us
as yet offers a pivot
to feral instinct
oh weary hermit
it’s work in progress
our awareness stuporous
26-April-2023
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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