Zen Mode
facing mood swings
in either us or others
we simply recognise
diktats of hormones
or instincts unrefined
displaying their fangs
witness nonchalant
graces the nonevent
infusing soul’s peace
in the seeming storm
by centring presence
deep within our Self
01-May-2023
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