Wilder Than Us


“All Is One” we’re told
Check it out – Little required
Silence and stillness
Lead to pastures beyond our
Wildest imaginations

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 19, 2019, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. theburningheart

    Yeap! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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