Zen mode
osmotic penetration so gentle
of mists divine in body temple
we feel rapture in slow motion
of thunder without commotion
caress sublime under our skin
surging thus from deep within
today aflame are frontal lobes
that we feel magnetic strobes
whose epicentre is everywhere
as form and void choose to pair
in midst of bubbles of pure bliss
bestowed by Divine Mother’s kiss
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