Aware

AWARE

Aware, aware has my flitty mind gone?
Aware, aware can he be?
With his years cut short and his dreams cut long
Aware, aware can he be?

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 March 17, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Sublime! And perfect for me today…

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  2. I am aware that I need to be more aware of being aware…what were we talking about? 😉

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  3. I hear the message. I am aware.

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