Zen mode
boons of silence return to form
felt within as a benign storm
all that soul’s presence needs to do
is to imbibe divine touch warm
we feel within, bliss beats renew
each hue new like fresh mountain dew
quiescent heart is receptive
allowing blessings to accrue
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