Zen mode
truth though known by clear sight
is not as yet assimilated
slow, slower and slower yet we become
until each illusion is decimated
within this body vessel we adorn
divine magnetism is as yet at play
benign bliss burns slowly exhumes ego
that we shine like a rainbow on a clear day
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