Zen mode
root, sacral, navel and spleen
refuse to lie down and play dead
and why should they when spontaneity
is their secret middle name
all nodes entwined in the energy grid
cooperate with bliss mists that rise
refrains replay but each hue is new
detected by our soul’s single eye
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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