Compassion

I feel this speaks for itself. Those who have ears will hear it, I’m sure, and honour it’s author.

belas bright ideas

The spiritual center of the universe abides within me,

first person witness to miracles amidst the mundane.

Whose legs better equipped to walk the talk

synaptically steered from head to lips?

Only I possess power to halt trains of thought

before, derailed, they become runaways

screeching through the hearts and minds of others

prior to landing, disheveled,

amidst my own manufactured debris.

Search for gods and devils all you will,

we need affirmations in this hall of mirrors;

though be honest when blaming the reflection,

leaving Essence on the sidelines

bleeding forgetfulness,

not forgiving surrogates their own trespasses.

spiritual-center

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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 November 11, 2014, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Thanks so much for reblogging, BN!

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  2. Wonderful share and brilliant artwork graphic share.. 🙂

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