Walked by this springtime river
And missed the whole thing

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 10, 2014, in Haiku, Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. Maybe next time…? (I have a feeling though, that you’re more often mindful than not.)

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  2. I relate personally–it was a dozen years before I saw the glorious cherry tree that bloomed each spring, right in my daily path. It took God’s touch, the scales falling from my eyes–and now I eagerly await it each year. Great haiku.

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  3. It happens. I read a page and missed what I just read. Perfect interpretation.

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  4. We all get distracted at times… just don’t let it be for too long.

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