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
ZONGS OF ZAMZARA 