When I say what I think
Do I recall
That child
That also thought
That it was me
When I was small?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 4, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. sarahjaneprosetry

    So simple yet so intensely thoughtful


    • I recall reading somewhere (Philip Kapleau?) many years ago that avoiding expressions of opinion was a good practice. Another zen paradox, I suspect. 😀


  2. A bit confusing at first but your comment regarding subjectivity becomes clear after a second read 🙂


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