Nourishment: Shadorma


What it is
We seek to nourish
Our first quest
The second
Within – while beyond our thoughts –
The proper aliment

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While this was composed back in October I post it in the wake of the annual mania of overconsumption and frenzied acquisition.

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 January 3, 2020, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. So very true, Ben. Nicely written shadorma, as always. Wishing you a nourishing New Year. ๐Ÿ’—

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  2. You put it very succinctly. Christmas has become a contagious disease of minds hungry for… something. Something they cannot visualise. We speak of joy and peace, but it’s foolish to think we will find it on a a table groaning with food that will end up in the bin, while the kids tinker with masses of new toys that they couldn’t possibly enjoy as much as I enjoyed the blue dressing gown my parents gave me for Christmas in 1963. Mum couldn’t afford to buy presents AND essentials. I loved Christmas back when stocking gifts fitted into a big sock.

    I’ll shut up before you start snoring.

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