Zen mode
both toroidal heart and spacial forehead
align with supine spine standing erect
that all nodes of form with bliss beats thus wed
no longer in dungeons of fear shipwrecked
radiating joy as God does direct
that with fullness in emptiness the norm
we’re the epicentre of love’s bliss storm
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