Zen Mode
neither enhancing nor colouring
pristine awareness, as it pulsates
i dwell in the intimate here and now
renewing rapture that never abates
knowing all doings are already done
as impulsed in the ethereal domain
ripples now playing out in linear time
are but dream forms leaving no stain
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