Captivated

CAPTIVATED

Pesky boundaries
Are part of the illusion
If not the whole think

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 5, 2015, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. Reblogged this on Spirit Train Chronicles and commented:

    It’s time. The game is up.

    Like

  2. Boundaries designed
    Keep safety in danger out
    Edges stop the fall

    Liked by 1 person

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