Junk Food: Shadorma


Two course meal
First fear then craving
The news comes
With adverts
It’s not called remote control for nothing
The control’s remote

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 May 8, 2020, in Poetry, Shadorma and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. As I was working through a second helping of a piece I wrote late last year I happened to stumble across the news of someone special. I hope you’ll know who I was referring to.

    “Beautiful Bettie had been praying for someone to talk to and the Universe provided her a gentle man, late in his years, to gently talk her down out of her mania and into her happiness. For this gentle man had a way with words and had an abundance of creative expression that draws out the best aspects of your thoughts and brings forth a calm place to contemplate your being. Beautiful Bettie feels strongly this man is a conduit of the Universe and gently guides people toward their wholeness with his way of being.”

    I’m so grateful this man came into my life. ❤️❤️❤️

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