Zen mode

we honour the form to us bestowed we honour mind with its limitations too imbibing uniqueness of these gifts we yet beseech throb of bliss to renew all that that comes and goes is unreal yet for now in this lucid dream it serves fullness in emptiness enlivens our form bliss magnetism pulsating in our nerves the reins of our life are in God’s hands He steers our soul to make us strong He dwells in the heart where we too rest nestled in stillness we can do no wrong