An empty cocoon
Abandoned, decays slowly
Its job accomplished

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 January 2, 2019, in Haiku, Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. An interesting view of history…what is it they say …institutional knowledge is rapidly lost

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    • I thought it worth reposting this in this new year, while each moment immediately becomes history and institutions are frequently slow learners and so old mistakes repeat themselves. And then there are also the personal and interpersonal theatres.


  2. That’s an interesting take, Ben

    History is his-story – and often masquerades as truth. And with only 24 hours and demands on time, most (if not all) have “better things to do” than to dig and discover the lies.


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  3. Maybe our meat-suits are nearing completing their mission too Ben I have to say I am ready for a transformation.

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  4. If we’re wise, we’ll learn something from those cocoons – even if it’s only to learn that such “history” was slanted. Ah, to rise beyond time and gather true perspective…

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