Without knowing pain
We would never develop
Love and compassion

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 26, 2012, in Guff, Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Hi Ben… yes…. compassion arises…. the blurred spots on the pages in this link…they were created by the tears that fell on the ink the words were written in…. Created a few years ago as I was “grieving” over/about some difficulties my daughter was experiencing…and realizing I didn’t understand why it was happening and really couldn’t do anything to “fix” it… all I could do was accept not knowing. Now I have a bit more gentle and trusting acceptance of what happens…but it still can catch me off guard.


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