Breath Of Life


Sat watching
This thoughtbubble
Expand and expand
Without breath of mine
Exhaled in this current jot
Of unquantified spacetime
(Or not consciously at least)
Expanding and expanding
Till jolted awake and “POP”
That thoughtbubble
Sat watching

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 January 17, 2014, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Bubbles is s good way to see one breath.


  2. Two thoughtbubbles, a new one following the POP of the previous?


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