Zen mode
invocations
not as desires
but as pulsations
heart silently aspires
echo as reverberations
manifesting as spirit’s fires
surfing the very edge of space
where linear time slows down
intent births a mist of grace
a calm in which we drown
beginnings we retrace
before touchdown
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