Zen mode
we notice the fan’s noise
though it’s in the background
it intrudes on silence
signalling we are bound
worried about the health
of a near and dear one
the halo of darkness
opaques light of the sun
the dance of delusion
conjured by body-mind
is viewed in good humour
by soul divine aligned
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