Zen Mode
an imaginary fear arises
now, it could be a possibility
so we consider dreamy outcomes
fear becomes an affirmation of sorts
anyway these thought spirals prey on us
until we simply choose to exhume darkness
remaining still in the void of no-thingness
associating no ownership over thought
whereupon that that never was, dies
and all that remains is our vibrancy
ever aglow, blissful, spontaneous
we are in our native element
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