Zen mode
thought brew stale is familiar tale
but if the void of silence be our home
our heart will not pale in the fiercest gale
with consciousness mirroring God’s gong Om
life as scripted is in time depicted
wherein in the vastness we wingless glide
nonchalant to outcomes, heart uplifted
aware at all times that God dwells inside
the light that lights all lights always aflame
our form is suffused with bliss magnetism
life’s highs and lows then for us are the same
as we transcend knowings of every ism
commingled with bliss that does not abate ~
such is our vibrance mind cannot translate
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