Perfection at last!
Each blunder is now performed

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 March 29, 2012, in Guff, Wee Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. You are back! I’m so happy! πŸ˜€


  2. Lovely Haiku!! A great reminder of the essence of the great Heart Sutra (nothing is pure or impure…)


  3. Love this! No other comment because it could only detract. Thank you!


  4. Awesome!


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