Zen mode
root to sacral
navel to heart
instincts gentled
in the cauldron of love
pauses for eternity
grace inpours
from the fontanel
igniting the head ovoid
flowing along the throat
suffusing heart with bliss
the feral and ethereal
entwined transmutes dust
the ego that never was disappears
and our true Self shines forth
blurring all boundaries
here now in slow motion
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