ZONGS OF ZAMZARA

songs of samsara

THE END

like a gypsy, my mind wanders…. stuck in ruts for most of my life……..

hating discipline, my mind has wandered like a wild horse…. unable to tame….

wearing out now, searching for peace ….a release…..a transformation….

like a butterfly…..dancing in the wind…..

drunk on wildflowers

until the end………

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4 responses to “THE END”

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    redbear

    Seasons, that’s what a friend of mine likes to call phases of life.

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    redbear

    I like “drunk on wildflowers”. Like in that other poem and “drunk with her nakedness”. I love getting drunk on wildflowers, haha 🙂

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  3. schmooley Avatar
    schmooley

    Really nice. Your poet’s heart shows through! Wonderful read. So many will relate to this.

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      ZONGS OF ZAMZARA

      Thanks Peter …. I’m so tired of all my lashing out… this ZONGS of ZAMZARA was for that…. THE END is the last poem of this “book”

      Going to start another “book”

      Hopefully filled with love & light…haha

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