Zen mode
a demon appears and we are it
perhaps a remnant of our past
like a dying snake, it writhes awhile
however this nonevent will not last
perhaps there is no form we were not
it matters little now as we reflect
having embodied light of Self within
our luminous aura is love flecked
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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