Green Tara: Tanka

Timelessnessnessness …

Ben Naga


Queen of compassion
Cocreator of this dream
Hear my petition
Let me through your secret gate
My soul is a floating weed

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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 November 15, 2018, in Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Another beautiful piece, which I must’ve missed years ago. So glad you re-posted it, Ben – it’s outstanding!

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