Zen mode
motionless flatbed of time stretched peace hums
perfect brilliant stillness enlivens form
spine’s thirty three stringed guitar softly strums
duality seen as but a thought storm
our indulgence means not that we conform
for unshackled from mind’s tree we are free
vibrant in the now joyous and carefree
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