Zen mode
memory begets anticipation
manifesting a subtle seeking
of a fragrance that we recall
which once enlivened our heart
yet this desire mitigates the pulse
of the new offering of the universe
available only at this very moment
thus we rest all memory imagery
and vaporise presence in the void
become nothing and yet the all
leaving one tentacle anchored in form
that we may live out our life span
moment by moment in as is ordained
to enrich our Self with the elixir of love
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