I believe
That when we die
Our bodies return
To the dust they were made of

And our spirit wakes (again)
To the realisation that Spirit transcends
Species, race, gender, sexuality and all that nonsense

What we have only glimpsed of Love
Is fully revealed (once more)
In its wholeness

What foolish things we’ve done
Yet now forgiven

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 31, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.

  1. Beautiful! I believe too, Ben.

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  2. Beautifully written, Ben, and I just read that you had a seizure! I’m glad you’re better, though, but that’s definitely scary. I know life is tough, but I do send good New Year’s thoughts and virtual hugs.

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  3. True that! (I couldn’t agree more) Take care of yourself friend…I take turmeric every single day–among other herbs & things–and I swear by the goodness of the stuff! Glad it’s working for you too…Happy New Year–2018–seems hardly possible doesn’t it?


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