Zen mode
God dwells within our form
holding erect our stance
swathed in mists cool and warm
in delight all nodes dance
endings mark beginnings
all we do is align
rapture rises, heart sings
bliss enlivens our spine
palms of hands, soles of feet
agencies for action
throb with magnetic heat
in time gaining traction
poised as such, night and day
as the very bliss flame
earth life becomes mere play
God’s light our claim to fame
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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