Zen Mode
if we see not space flicker
revealing the light supreme
if we smell not sublime fragrance
that osmotically penetrates space
if the hear not music of the spheres
causing the transcendent to be immanent
if we taste not soma nectar dripping within
transmuting each cell of feeble form
if we are attuned not to bliss magnetism
touching, grazing, caressing organic body
if our totality of being insentient to all these
are we not then merely a dead man walking
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