Zen mode
forehead glistens
as it often does
observed by Bindu
at back of head
pristine presence
frolics in stillness
heart’s toroidal hum
exudes a bliss mist
the jugular notch
connects energies
magnetised palms
are readied to heal
enlivened spine
an ethereal harp
God plays music
on its 33 strings
called upon to share
the play underway
we search for the child
who may understand
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