We shall have nothing
Until we learn to share it
With our sleeping selves

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 October 10, 2020, in Poetry, Senryu and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Indeed, sleepwalkers we are.
    (Excuse Yoda syntax…)

    Liked by 1 person

  2. theburningheart

    Total Parusía!

    Otherwise zombie apocalypse!

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