Zen mode
form an apparatus in which we feel
life pulse dual, which our heart makes single
that imbibing fully bliss beat’s appeal
and delighting as pheromones mingle
touched by each nuance of rapture’s jingle
dwelling thus in the void of cessation
our meditation is celebration
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