ZONGS OF ZAMZARA

i’m going to write a beautiful poem

so tired of samsaric suffering

this world is our mother

her jewels are rough and raw

her fruit is heavenly

her flowers are ecstasy

these words are simple

because there are no words

suitable

to even begin

all the suffering on this earth

disappears in time

even time disappears

when you project your mind

off grid beyond the milky way

zooming out of earths atmosphere

faster than the speed of light

everything disappears

every phenomenal  perception

what is left

pure peace

pure love

nirvana