Next On The Agenda


Perhaps sometimes it’s not
About you trying to connect
With another but about you
Waiting patiently for them
To try to connect with you

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 25, 2020, in Poetry, Prose With Pretensions and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Ben, this post hit me like a ton of bricks. I wish I could put it as succinctly as you’ve done here. Well done. A fantastic insight. Thank you

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  2. Love this little gem, and perfect timing to read it today (though you posted it more than two weeks ago ☺️ ).

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