Zen mode
between the rising of an itch
and the reflex action to satisfy it
there is a looming gap of nothingness
wherein spontaneity of presence can play
likewise before intent and any action
we are therein both this and that
feeble form and the vast void
bilocation of consciousness
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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