Epidemic : Senryu


The whole world is sick
At least the human one is
Pustules everywhere

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 December 18, 2019, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Sadly so…. Gaia will no doubt cleanse the earth of us soon, unless we finally take that quantum leap into our highest potential. (Continuing to meditate, using light colors….) ❤️

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