Zen mode
life is created in a subtler realm
unfolding before us in flow of time
so the quirks of fate do not overwhelm
which we takes as lessons, to help soul climb
ladder to heaven betwixt bliss beat’s chime
it matters not that feeble form is frail ~
breeze of grace is blowing, we raise the sail
Copyright © Unseeking Seeker | Year Posted 2025
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