The Inscrutable Gifts Of Being


Endless, these presents
Time – generous to a fault
Yet never enough

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 July 17, 2012, in Poetry, Senryu, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. you are so right, never enough.


  2. I want to write like that !!!!!!!


  3. True words, Ben, and beautifully written~


  4. Einstein saw time as a multitude of spaces related into a space-time continuum. There is not enough time, of course. We are young and then, one day in July, your son has gone, and the generosity of time seems like a beggar, and you are suddenly, unexpectedly old. How does all of this happen? And why? The present is endless, but it ends all too soon, and still the generosity of time stretches out into years and decades and centuries and eons, always stretching into the past and the future at the same time. This is a poem to bring out rapture and melancholy in a moment that stretches backward into forever.


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