The Daily Miracle


Each new miracle
A fresh breath
Each new breath
A fresh miracle
And so the circle
Forever eats its tail

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 11, 2014, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. Beautifully written!


  2. We need an emoticon for ourobouros! Almost….@


  3. Perfectly written! And so it goes round and round – or onwards and inwards….
    (For some reason the circle eating its tail makes me think of fractal geometry – those paisley-like images that never end, as we expand inwards, deeper and deeper – and the microcosm becomes a macrocosm….) (If that makes sense? Running on sleep deprivation here….)


  4. I’ve been thinking of this circle and hopefully my muse will help me with it. You words ring true and expressed nicely.


  5. in French we say:”le serpent se mord la queue…” – snakes bite their own tails… 🙂


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