Zen mode
now that we know
we’re dying and yet loving it
being slowly consumed by the bliss flame
that our delusion may disappear
there’s nothing left to do
patterned chores
performed routinely day after day
yet does represent our bondage to earth life
wherein we dwell in our comfort zone
gravity of stupor binds us
mere recognition
is not enough to grant freedom
so we must remain in a meditation continuum
bilocating between form and the void
at ease wherever we may be
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