Zen mode
feeling bliss mists spear we sense God near
thinning out the delusion of separation
we see His heart as a sphere of light appear
we plunge in therein in mood of celebration
from a centreless fulcrum we look at form
this organic vessel assigned for our use
in each cell within rises a benign storm
rapture unbound, the flavour of our muse
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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