Zen mode
who are we to say
the way bliss mists sway
within feeble form
raking up a storm
each body vector
savours bliss nectar
God’s magnetic heat
that makes us complete
save coming undone
nothing need be done
God and we are one
love drenched golden sun
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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