Zen mode
waking up in the dead of night
we notice our form is bliss energised
signalling the master has been at work
even when our conscious mind was asleep
so assigning no meaning to play of magnetism
we rest quietly in a continuum of attentive alertness
neither seeking nor negating any offering of grace
since to do either would amount to interfering
therefore mindfully maintaining the balance
we remain thus poised in vibrant stillness
bilocating between form and space
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