Begone Enchanting Hatred


Inner exploration
Of whatever hatred
Arises within us
Is the only way out

With terror confronted
(Oz’s humbug wizard)
False images dissolve
Love is reunited

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 December 13, 2017, in Double 4 By 6, Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Hatred – that bad dream monster comes in many forms it seems.

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  2. It’s that fantasy desire of everyone loving each other for who they are, and if they don’t like someone, they turn the other cheek – thus, avoiding acting from hatred. Great poem, Ben. We can still hope for this…

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