Zen mode
Less is more for it opens our heart’s door,
whence simply by choosing not to resist,
blissful in the boat God Himself does oar,
free from mundane riff-raff, no to-do list,
in staid stillness, we become a bliss mist,
whereupon all illusions fall away
and we see the light of Self, clear as day.
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