Round and round we go
In lifetime after lifetime
Chasing our own tail
In a dizzy daisy chain
Until it’s time to go home

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 3, 2016, in Tanka and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. thefeatheredsleep

    The mandala.
    I love this. How true.

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  2. dawnofdivinerays

    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. A lovely, succinct poem, Ben. Nicely written, as always.

    When round and round
    becomes a spiral
    steeper and steeper,
    straighter and straighter
    stretching beyond time
    and space –
    perhaps then
    we’ll finally be home.

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