Zen mode
grace in-pours from the fontanel’s open door
mirrored likewise at third eye on our forehead
heart the recipient with God at the oar
birthing magnetism where we’re by bliss beats led
so though receptive presence now keeps no score
love pheromones in each cell of form are bred
manifesting rapture of unbound measure
renewal continual which we treasure
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