Timepiece

TIMEPIECE

I watch time tick by
Watching the watch watching
I pass the time

The watching eye sees
In being seen the scene seen
Meets the watching eye

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 April 2, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Love it! Sort of like koans… Both thought-provoking and soothing (with the repetition of sounds) as we contemplate the meanings. Cleverly written, once again.

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  2. There’s a feeling of presence here, maybe it’s something about meditation; keeping watch over the breath to hold the wandering mind in check. Then there comes a point when a secondary self is seen…

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