Zen Mode
come the morn
we feel bliss trickle
along in-form conduits
there is a definite pattern
over back and front of form
geometrically looping our body
delight renews itself without seeking
we are both the receptor and transmitter
omnipresent magnetism bilocating vibrantly
throbbing thus from a centreless fulcrum
presence embarks on a vibrational ride
wherein consciousness renews itself
the sounds of silence reverberate
immanent yet transcendent
blurring all boundaries
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