The Ghost In The Machine


Me is a large part
Of any shot at Meaning
Yet we forget this

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 July 10, 2015, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Good reminder! Thanks, Ben.
    (Having trouble – this is my second attempt to post a comment so you might find two of them. Assuming it works this time. Using my supposedly smart phone. 🙂 )

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  2. We often do and then comes a wise you to remind us.

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