The heart and hand
Lead the way
The mind and tongue
Are often elsewhere

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 July 2, 2018, in Poetry, Quatrain and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. If only we could unite the two. Head and heart, as one…

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  2. The importance of this doesn’t go by me, Ben. Thank you

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