Zen mode
with God’s love pervading space-time
feeling the burn of magnetism
rapture spasms betray bliss beat’s chime
igniting our mind-body prism
thoughts rested and ego exhumed
as the pulse of the universe
our aura with God’s love perfumed
we dance with no need to rehearse
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