Zen Mode
spontaneity too needs fuel
so it draws nectar from source
being the reservoir of the universe
holding all existence in its womb
and yet there within it it selects
effervescence of an octave
correspondent to affinity
of collective memory
within our mind
wherefrom it surges
as a hue of that colour
at which our heart still beats
leaving a unique imprint in space
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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