Spring Messengers

SPRING MESSENGERS

Daffodils whisper
Quietly beneath the wind
Who will hear their voice?

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 March 18, 2019, in Haiku, Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 27 Comments.

  1. I will! I love daffodils.

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  2. One who is great listener and who loves daffodils and their soft music 🙂

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  3. will put my ears down
    when i encounter them 🙂

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  4. I sure will. I’ve been waiting many months.

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  5. Lovely, Ben! I hear them whispering in your haiku. 🌞

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  6. theburningheart

    I knew that nothing is known
    And I do not know what I knew
    If flying is going down
    Or if the one who climbs falls
    I went beyond man
    Almost at the height of the child
    But I could not find it
    That’s why I’m going back with you
    But it does not matter what I say
    If the story is one

    There are half the world waiting
    With a flower in his hand
    And the other half of the world
    For that flower waiting

    And for all those things
    I’m back with you
    Mother that you have taught me
    What is a circle the way
    And only the one that goes very far
    You can find your destination
    That is to say what is close
    Or the place where to party
    But it does not matter what I say
    If the story is one

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  7. Thank you.

    Buddha did not say
    “This flower? A thousand words?”
    It spoke for itself.

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  8. theburningheart

    Yes, but we people like to put some words, and even music into it. 🙂

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  9. We will.
    Let the daffodils dance,
    We shall absorb the grace and beauty.

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  10. I don’t even hear my door bell ring sometimes so no promises.

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