Zen Mode
spontaneity does not rehearse
manner on its presentation
yet rumbling thunder has beauty
within the vast space station
come the morn, in form reborn
ethereal implants etched
they usher a wholeness of being
as consciousness is stretched
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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