light through glass (20170613)

Words and Feathers

for a single moment
perhaps that pause
between heartbeats
the sun shone through
the wings of a butterfly
and i understood
the reason for cathedrals

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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 June 17, 2017, in Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Hi there! Thanks for the re blog!

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