Posted by Ben Naga
Coming and going
Without going anywhere
Time an illusion
Space likewise passing the time
Our home is not made by hand
Posted on March 31, 2017, in Tanka and tagged Being, Realisation, Space, Time. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.
Of course I like this, Ben. Especially the last line. Nicely penned tanka!
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Thank you, Betty. I’m sure you know this song, but maybe not this (excellent) version?
Having trouble with the link but will keep trying, thanks Ben. Probably my computer weirdness.
Try right-clicking the video and copying its url address then opening in a new tab. That often works.
Ah, I’ve got it now! Listening…. like it….. 🙂 🙂
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