Zen Mode
searing bliss heat
burns steadily
transmuting form
there is no one here
who may resist
and identity that was
delighting in the dance
vaporises in the flame
spirit asks
where’s the fun
if there’s no reaction
the audience now on stage
what more could God want
except to begin again
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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