The Mysteries Of Time


this summer day
for the first time
waking to reality
to heart
open to a new view
without boundaries

a quiet space
souls in process
lifetime after lifetime together

at any time
take a moment
where the winds are not felt
where you can find peace

you will know warmth in your heart


– This blackout poem was extracted, with permission, from Elizabeth Ayres Escher’s post “From the Council of Nine to Me – by Tazjima, 6 August 2012” (

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 August 19, 2012, in Blackout Poetry, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Very interesting idea. Hummm! Very talented.

    Liked by 1 person

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