The Ninth Letter

THE NINTH LETTER

Evanescent froth
Boldly built on shifting sands
As if eternal

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 September 2, 2018, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Another jewel of wisdom – and perspective.

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  2. so much in three little lines..

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  3. We cannot outlast
    the things we love
    if we hold a part of them
    inside ourselves.

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  4. About that froth: The story of my life.

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