Bien Sûr


Here’s to tomorrow
Recalling bien sûr

That the sole change
We are capable of

Is the seed we plant
In this current moment

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 11, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. of course 🙂 it goes without saying…

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  2. Then again, tomorrow never knows. As the Beatles once sang.

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  3. And so we must fiercely protect those seeds… And keep away the bull-dozers. A succinct and powerful poem, Ben.

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