Samsara

Made from the stone on the hill

Forged from the flames of our fathers

Taught by the whispers in the wind

Only to return to the hill

To become it

To die and be reborn

Endlessly

Author: Jack Bennett

Born and raised in Torquay, England. 21 years old. Teeming with thoughts that need an outlet, working a full time job at his local supermarket. Unfortunately born a poet, he will most likely suffer from this contradiction most of his life.

10 thoughts on “Samsara”

  1. This one’s *real good, Jack! Appreciate that you’ve got such solid imagery to relate the idea of Samsara – like a hill that we keep rolling the rock of our habits in perception.
    Inspired now to post one of my journey’s into this same territory…

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