Zen mode
we observe the dance
the rising and subsiding
and flitting about of thought
beseeching presence to indulge
that ego induced trance may continue
holding us captive in the mundane
but now we have in us no affinity
so we watch the ego recede
having no role left to play
except to serve our soul
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