Zen mode
humming toroidal heart
looks at the head ovoid
which now glistens with light
that is gifted to it by Self
which dwells in heart’s core
the seeker who sought is dead
all that that now glows is Self
which as of choiceless choice
chooses to imbibe bliss by touch
in the dance of polarities within
in endless renewal
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