Questionable Surroundings


I wonder
Or at least at times
Do I live
In some hell
That I myself have dreamed up?
Shall I ever know?

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 30, 2018, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. A heaven or a hell, I’m never quite sure which one I’ll wake up to.

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  2. Our Self teaches in mysterious ways….

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