Zen mode
dust that gathers
reminds us
of our origin
forged from elements
borrowed from earth
we thus acknowledge
accept and also negate
permanence and transience
our soul and this form
both freedom and bondage
crystallised light
as form precipitated
is the magic we have weaved
bilocating consciousness
transcendent and immanent
all is well
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