Night In The Desert


Silent witnesses
The stars of this cloudless sky
Like a string of pearls

Tiny incidents
Where ungoverned chance had
Drawn her here and there

Looking back she saw
Not chance but evidence of
A greater pattern

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 October 30, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.

  1. Oh how my heart feels the magic of this poetry. I believe in serendipity and synchronicity and absolute divine providence. All of that speaks of something bigger working within to produce something grander than one could ever hope to explain.

    But as I go through this grand process, I see the pieces of it all coming together to paint this beautiful story of what my life means to the world. And as the pieces keep falling into place, more and more I find stability in the out of this world belief I have so much fun entertaining the idea of it being a realistically truthful possibility.

    On a synchronisticly serendipitous turn of events, today I totaled my words written on the page Turns out it is exactly 100 days since I started a new line of thinking, the beginning date which was my birthday, 7/23. After 100 days, I was blown away to calculate that I had actually written 200,723 Words. How awesome that 100 days began on 7/23 to come to a stopping point with a number containing 723? I love when stuff like that happens. Totally floats my boat because in addition to the double 723 my Magic Charm Bracelet broke which means a wish is due to come true.

    I made a big wish months and months ago and can’t even remember what positivity I sent out into the Universe at that point. But know, I am deadly excited to see what comes back to me.

    I hope you’ll be there to share in the journey as I piece together more of the magical mystery.

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  2. For some reason I hadn’t yet clicked like on this. Can’t have this beautiful post sitting out there on the interweb thinking I didn’t deeply appreciate the wonder of its addition to our consciousness. Like button has been clicked.

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  3. Lovely poem, so true! and well spoken

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    • On odd provenance. A string of words in a book I was reading leapt out at me and – after a nearly complete rewrite – resulted in this. Sometimes Calliope moves in a mysterious way. ๐Ÿ˜‰


  4. Heartening!

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  5. Another poem to love! Exquisite, Ben.

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