Zen mode
a silent scream of joy escapes our lips
as bliss beyond measure peaks within form
and thunderous magnetic rapture grips
lovingly compelling us to conform
dancing gleefully in this benign storm
in which false identity falls away
and we see the light of Self, clear as day
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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