Making The Grass Green

Sep 26

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MAKING THE GRASS GREEN

Busy busy waiting
Quietly and patiently
At times less than patiently

Bravely working tirelessly
To change the world
You wait, you work in vain

For it is not this bustling
Gimme gimme world
That will ever change

But the perceiver who will
At last perceive the joke
And agree to letting go

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 September 26, 2012, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. slpmartin | September 27, 2012 at 12:10 am

    Ah..brings to mind the Bee Gees’ song “I started a joke” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRNTQvXSsfA

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  2. lesleehare | September 27, 2012 at 3:46 am

    Oh, my, you have hit the nail of my week right on the head! Just finished a conversation with a friend about this very topic… It’s so much nicer to be doing that letting go in the company of beautiful souls – thank you, Ben! 🙂

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  3. Tincup | September 29, 2012 at 1:07 am

    LOL…we are having the same thoughts…eventually you have to stop dreaming and just let it all go and do what you can with what little time remains 🙂

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  4. Betty Hayes Albright | October 1, 2012 at 2:45 am

    Indeed, letting go of the joke – yes!!

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  5. fhhakansson | October 1, 2012 at 12:28 pm

    Been waiting to come back and read your texts – and you delivered beautifully! Well done 😀

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  6. Thomas Davis | October 8, 2012 at 1:35 pm

    I have been out of commission lately for some reason, but I am glad to be back here. In letting go is engagement, and in engagement is the reason for being–or something like that. But this American election is difficult to let go of even though I know that all change in stable society is usually incremental and that Obama will not have the strength to reverse the slide of too much of the middle class into poverty. There is, as usual, wisdom in this poem.

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