Zen Mode
we welcome dark fear forms
since their presence signals
that like dark spots on the moon
we too have in our aura a flaw
onto which delusion may anchor
were it not for pricks of thorns
would we not like the glitterati
languish intoxicated by scents
numbing sentience of our soul
frittering away the gift of life
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