Zen mode
by resisting the urge
to satisfy an itch
we employ will
simply to assert
that soul presence
is the command centre
extrapolating thus
we observe the play
of thought form waves
arising and subsiding
within organic form
which we ensoul
centred in the void
we are always free
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