Zen Mode
slow strangulation
osmotically penetrating
the very fabric of our being
stymied before fear germinates
simply by our nonchalant observation
plateaus off the sunken vibration
which we look at slowly ebbing
disengaging from our ego
such are silent battles we wage
moment to moment, day by day
that we may dwell in light of Self
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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