Zen mode
though our form decays
bliss borne rapture stays
current magnetic ~
our heart’s ecstatic
mind connects the dots
in narrow thought slots
but being aware
we do not dwell there
soma nectar flows
luminescence grows
simply being still
bending to God’s will
there’s nothing we do
as bliss beats renew
transmuting our soul
that thus we feel whole
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