Zen mode
our forehead glistens, as it ought
owing to blessings God has brought
and so sometimes we clench our eyes
when bliss borne rapture opts to rise
whilst with magic display at play
that renews its dance everyday
within this here mind-body urn
in flame of bliss we choose to burn
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