Zen mode
feeling the zing of bliss within nodes of form
wherein our body is the dance floor
as we delight in the performance underway
our childlike heart begs for an encore
as we wish, so it is
each breath that renews ushers a new bliss hue
vaporised presence becomes divine fizz
as benedictions of grace so accrue
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