Race

RACE

All life is one
So all have won
Yet remain at a loss
Whenever they try
To overstand
Instead

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 June 9, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. There’s so much being said here, Ben, in very few words and in a profound way…one of my favorites!

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  2. I am glad it reaches you, Lauren. 🙂

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