This work in progress
And in which we all partake
Even when we sleep

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 September 23, 2014, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. dawnofdivinerays

    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.

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  2. ๐Ÿ™‚ we are always a work in progress.

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  3. Wow, life can be so simple… you said it all in a nutshell.

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  4. Life in its truest form expressed in so few words. Perfect!

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  5. Indeed we are always changing and improving…

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