Zen mode
our focus playfully shifts anywhere
although in truth it goes nowhere at all
for all is one when polarities pair
soundless thunder breaking down every wall
where all that then remains is a bliss squall
in which as living light we stand erect
our vision clear and our soul’s stance perfect
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