Zen mode
the snake is dead and yet it writhes
demons in dreams spawned by ego
as subconscious mind is dissolved
poised in stillness we just let go
nonchalance takes pole position
the gunas three loosen their hold
both within form and the vast void
light of Self is all we behold
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