Zen mode
the cosmic egg, our head, glows in the dark
ruling all worlds in the highest heaven
we surf vibrations on an upward arc
weaving our soul’s path through chakras seven
be this as it may, we dwell in the heart
being wherefrom pure intent arises
meditating on Self alone we start
attracted not to offered surprises
beyond space-time, poised at a stillness point
as the self-luminous energy field
as the all there is, our Self we anoint
before manifesting power we wield
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