Details In The Thread

Dec 26

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DETAILS IN THE THREAD

The tree spreads
The fawn is small
Shelters, nurtured

Air – as will water
Will fill or empty
Whatever space
Is encountered
At this time

Large – as small
Dissolves
As time shucks off
Its shackles
And chuckles

Contented

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 26, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Betty Hayes Albright | December 29, 2019 at 2:05 am

    I really like this, Ben. Especially:

    “As time shucks off
    Its shackles
    And chuckles…”

    Wonderful!

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