Zen mode
an ethereal drill burrows
deep within our third eye
bliss furrows burn the veil
liberating soul from mind
from a centreless fulcrum
the gong of Om reverberates
dark voids within form fill
luminosity of aura expands
seamless spine God’s implant
sconce holding erect energies
wherein toroidal heart oversees
the dance of polarities at play
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