The meaning got lost
In creating some sense of
Who wrote this and why

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 February 3, 2014, in Poetry, Senryu, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Indeed! This has me resonating with familiarity…. when trying to put the ineffable (and often the “effable”) into words it always loses something.


    • And in the act of self-consciously “knowing” one creates a separate observing “self” plus an “outer” object of observation while losing the essential all-encompassing reality of the moment.


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