Zen mode
a game of chess
the brain wins or loses
it has nothing to do with us
since mind is merely an instrument
which has nothing to do with who we are
and therefore we remain equanimous
irrespective of game’s outcome
as we also recall in surprise
it was not so in the past
something has shifted
at our very core
so be it
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