Zen mode
instead of doing, choose positioning
present in the now feeling each bliss hue
resting thought and thereby conditioning
toroidal heart pure like fresh morning dew
receptive to God’s grace that does accrue
we ascend although there is no one here
save spasms borne by bliss that does heart endear
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