UNRUFFLED

Apr 6

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UNRUFFLED

Surface unruffled
The lake reflects Autumn trees
And the endless sky

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 April 6, 2012, in Guff, Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. erranttranscendentalist | April 7, 2012 at 12:05 AM

    Lovely…may mind be as unruffled as lake reflecting endless sky…

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