Zen mode
body tires yet spirit pulsates
bliss energised stillness our mode
in absence of thought, ego dies
toroidal heart is soul’s abode
by day and by night poised as such
with focus fixated on Self
agendaless vibrance the norm
the life we live flows by itself
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
