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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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Date: 11/14/2023 6:32:00 PM
The something about this caught my attention. I guess it was Zen. all the things mintioned in poetic order gave it beauty.
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Date: 11/14/2023 6:49:00 PM
or we may say, the lower centres that represent instinct and higher centers being ego-mind, they entwine in heart, in the cauldron of love.

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