Zen mode
we feel our hollowed out form
pervaded by bliss mists warm
space dissolves and time stands still
and strobes of magnetism trill
poised thus in the void we feel
full thrust of bliss beats appeal
gripping presence in rapture
lower mind cannot capture
as presence is by love led
what is, is best left unsaid
for unless touched, none can know
grace that makes our aura glow
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