Zen mode
As the pulse of bliss,
enlivens feeble form,
accustomed to the caress,
do we not begin anticipating,
delight in offered surprise,
being a refrain that renews,
as the light of our true Self,
reverberating within the body,
wherein we as both this and that,
are poised in the bardo,
in a continuum of stillness?
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