Hardly Zen: Shadorma


The kitchen
Is full of half-dones
Started this
Started that
Went off to do something else
In the other room

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 September 25, 2019, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. I can relate all too well πŸ˜‰

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  2. Oh my – reading this is like looking in the mirror!

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  3. Certainly relating to this! 😊

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