When I say what I think
Do I recall
That child
That also thought
That it was me
When I was small?

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 August 31, 2011, in Guff, Poems and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. I think this would be a good thought to meditate upon. For when we start our journey that is life, we begin upon the path with all we know as a new life and as the only way we know how to be. But as we grow and we progress in our journey our being grows and takes on more and more ways “to be”. And yet at heart we are ever only one way to be, “me”. And so when one wishes to to return to the truth of who “me” really is, one must but return to the truth that was “me” at the beginning of the journey, when the only thing we knew was that there is only one way to be.

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