Tree Rings


Poured into the world
Enthralled, aghast
Gradually that fluidity congeals

For years one wishes to be older
Then, with experience one wishes
Ah, if only, to be young again

With wisdom one learns acceptance

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 August 8, 2015, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. I’m 18 in my mind and 80 in my body even though I haven’t yet reached 60, so there’s a bit of a tug of war going on here. I’m rooting for the 18 year old to win.

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  2. Some days I have wisdom others I still long for that younger me. Only to have more energy.

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  3. I wouldn’t mind having the 20 year old’s body and the cumulation of all I’ve learned living beyond those years. And at 21 know what I am going to do to my body and stop myself. 😉

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