Zen mode
separating wheat from the chaff
we laugh at our gaffe
being spirit and not mind-body
sometimes mired in thoughts shoddy
so refining consciousness bit by bit
threefold flame of Christ in heart lit
we delight beholding form transform
swept away in a benign bliss storm
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2023
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