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