Zen mode
standing erect, as a column of light
we observe dream images orbit form
with ego exhumed, there’s no cause to fight
so with God’s laws we willingly conform
rapturous bliss having become the norm
there is nothing to say, much less to do
as benedictions of grace so accrue
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