Zen mode
as the false ego recedes
and pristine presence emerges
this shell in which we dwell
invokes grace as bliss surges
resting stirrings that may arise
slow, slower and slower yet still
motionless in each storm
we imbibe peace to heart’s fill
quieter than the void of space
where in form we are encased
transcendent yet immanent
no puzzles remain to be laced
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