Zen mode
a soft, subtle fragrance ineffable
arises from a centreless fulcrum
if we be self-conscious, it disappears
taking along with it the cosmic hum
how still is our stillness, worthy hermit
do thoughts as yet soil our meditation
slow, slower and slower yet we become
in vibrance, mood and mode celebration
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2024
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