Take Off


Taking off
Like a butterfly

Taking off
Like a startled starling

Taking off
A well known character

Taking off
Like a jet fighter

Taking off
A burdensome disguise

Taking off
A shirt, a skirt, our underclothing

Taking off
Into the unknown

Taking on now
Disguise in love with you

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 July 24, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

    • Discerning you are. Hmnmn (Poor attempt at Yoda.) This was one of those that fall into one’s undeserving lap with minimal effort required. All hail Calliope! Glad it pressed your buttons too, Betty. 💜 And so nice to see you feeling up to perusing. Perhaps “my” healing vibes are bearing fruit. I shall continue.

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  1. Yes, buttons pressed! 😊 And thank you for the healing vibes, my friend. 🕊️

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