Rice And Barley


Two a misapprehension
There is only ever one
And yet are also two
No apprehension too

Like rice and barley
Found mixed up together
Letting go in the moment
Holding without grasping

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 31, 2018, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. nicely bridges
    the gap 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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