Our Best (26a)


We struggle
Gamely, unobserved
Not often
Still there’s always tomorrow
Until there isn’t


Shadorma November

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 November 26, 2017, in Shadorma and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Still we manage to carry on, thankful for our peers, our friends,
    and as you’ve often said, my friend
    It is just so, just so….

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  2. refreshing knowing
    ends ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. I really like this one, Ben.

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  4. Love this, Ben, and those last two lines seem simple, but they’re so profound. It’s very easy to assume tomorrow will come, but, sometimes it doesn’t. So live each day fully, stay thankful, in hope to see the next sunrise…Another great Shadorma!

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