Zen mode
patterns of old exert a hold
but now our lustrous heart is bold
and so old stories are released
no longer in new scripts retold
no ghosts remain to be appeased
and fate any, our soul is pleased,
so we flow with ease like the breeze
mourning not the ego deceased
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