The Bull Amid The China: Shadorma


That once touched
Shall never return
To being
As it was
Beware then of thoughtlessness
Take care what and how

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 January 22, 2018, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. i’m encouraged by the mending
    that will take place
    over 10 or more
    million years 🙂

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  2. Can’t un-ring the bell once rung…
    (Or un-tweet the twitter of a twit…)

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  3. Great poem, as always, Ben, but I have to agree with you about Betty’s comment. Thanks for the smile, both of you. By the way, I’m not on twitter, and even I’m tired of hearing about his tweets.

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