Zen mode
In midst of many, entwined yet alone,
in truth we live the life of a recluse,
since we are empty and ego has flown,
it mattering not if we win or lose,
for we take from bliss magnetism our cues,
becoming the very flame of delight,
as we watch form transformed as living light.
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