Opinion As Opiate


We call it the truth
Made up as we go along
So quick to protect
Then again why not relax?
Let uncertainty buoy us

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 December 20, 2018, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.

  1. These days “truth” is more relative than ever.

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  2. Buoyed by uncertainty – there’s something to ponder!

    Liked by 1 person

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