Zen mode
we burn with bliss
at the Bindu chakra
entwined with third eye
drawn like a moth to the flame
no meanings are assigned
as we are consumed
in the cosmic fire
the words we pen
are in truth unnecessary
as we so chronicle the process
which is unique for each soul
like streams joining a river
guided by hand of God
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