Waterfall: Shadorma

WATERFALL

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

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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.

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Posted on July 19, 2018, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged Peace, Silence, Sitting, Sound, Stillness. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

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Betty Hayes Albright | July 20, 2018 at 1:56 am

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

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- Ben Naga | July 25, 2018 at 11:57 am
  
  Wishing you plenty of peace, Betty.
  
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  - Betty Hayes Albright | July 25, 2018 at 11:23 pm
    
    Wishing you the same, Ben.
    
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Audrey Dawn - Oldest Daughter Redheaded Sister | July 20, 2018 at 4:26 am

Thank you for taking us with you, Ben

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- Ben Naga | July 20, 2018 at 11:19 am
  
  Good to know you are (t)here.
  
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Bela Johnson | July 20, 2018 at 4:45 am

Nice.

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- Ben Naga | July 22, 2018 at 5:49 pm
  
  Thank you, Bela.
  
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smilecalm | July 21, 2018 at 9:48 pm

trying not
to peek 🙂

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- Ben Naga | July 22, 2018 at 5:47 pm
  
  Trying means we lost it.
  
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