Zen mode
magnetic heat rises at the palm centre
orifice at open fontanel pulsates
each pore is a door for bliss mists to enter
we get to a knowing that transcends debates
heart is quiescent since God is our mentor
Who with love and light body cells decorates
the aim of the game is to become the flame
as the light that lights all lights that has no name
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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