Waterfall: Shadorma


We so like
To stop, close these eyes
Stay stock-still
Lean into the sound until
Eyes are forgotten

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 19, 2018, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Ahhh…imagining this…peace…. thank you, Ben.

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  2. trying not
    to peek 🙂

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