Zen mode

thinned out ego remains as an interface to enact on earth as it is in heaven innocence carries not the cross of disgrace ascending easily through chakras seven can we ask the sun of debts of love it owes causing it to appear every day at morn with fragrance of a rose in blissful repose remaining nonchalant to both praise and scorn as we partake of soma nectar’s potion with bliss magnetism pervading feeble form what once was a drop has become the ocean eye of the hurricane, still within the storm