I Need Do Nothing

I read between the words that glow:
“I need do nothing.” Lord, I know.

I haven’t seen or fooled around
or heard so self-assured a sound.

You ask me what I mean by this;
I ask, in turn, well, what of bliss?

We’re made of joy, it seems to me,
arising through great mystery.

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