Zen mode
palms and feet radiate magnetic heat
with the supple spine, a divine implant,
making us feel from head to toe complete,
the cosmic prayer, our breath by breath chant,
correcting the stance of our ego’s slant
that thus as we so become the bliss flame,
our vaporised Self is left with no aim
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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