Zen mode
We may, if we like, tweak this lucid dream
but though we have freedom, there’s no desire,
so dwelling in peace atop love’s moonbeam,
breathing in grace borne by God’s cosmic fire,
knowing pulsations of bliss never tire,
with fullness in emptiness as the norm,
we do nothing save with bliss beats conform.
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