Zen mode
humble feet and serving hands
entwine as energy bands
bliss pierces body vectors
all nodes willing receptors
there is no doing we do
as rapture does so renew
tip of nose joins the dance
towards whom we shyly glance
such then is our ordained fate
feeling how chakras gyrate
each breath ushering bliss rise
beheld in childlike surprise
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