Again And Again

AGAIN AND AGAIN

Each moment is a learning
If we are able to take heed
Thus we spark one another
Into some new fresh blazing

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 October 22, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. Feed the fire and it will burn wild and free. ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. That happens so often, in various ways. Sometimes it seems like one is sparking another when in fact it’s synchronicity – the unconscious connection of minds, and only discovering the spark after the creation is finished.

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  3. You posted this on the twenty-first anniversary of The Moment With One Other which has had more consequence for Me than possibly even The Shower Of Silver Lights.

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  4. And thus we also spark one another
    Into some new fresh blogging!

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