Zen mode
we move in the void
of absolute no-thingness
wherein individuated objects
separate and yet part of the whole
orbit the source wherefrom they arose
as such the manifest universe is smoke
seemingly alive by the breath of God
wherein the pulse of love weaves
the canvas of consciousness
until harmony is restored
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