Zen mode
drawn to a fragrance we claim as our own
as the pull divine propels us along
path strewn with rose petals we walk alone
attuned to the throb of the cosmic gong
cajoling glowing heart to sing soul’s song
doing nothing save following the scent
granting love consent paves way for ascent
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