Zen mode

What is there to think, much less do, when breath by breath bliss beats renew, a benign fire in which we burn, borne by divine grace, which we woo. As nodes within form gently churn, vaporised soul awaits its turn, to become here now self-aware, making luminous body urn. We lay before God, our heart bare, trusting He tends to us with care, ensuring our soul’s swift ascent; truths we garner, we freely share.