BREATH

BREATH

You breathe in, you breathe out
You stop a moment and remind yourself
That we are all creatures of habit
The habit of breathing, for one

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 June 18, 2011, in Guff, Wee Poems and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Success then. πŸ™‚

    Thanks for becoming a “follower”. Use the archives, do; lots of the best stuff is buried. One disadvantage of the e-log as opposed to the traditional book. 😦

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