BOUNDLESS

BOUNDLESS

Striving to remain
In the moment, yet of course
Without the striving

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 November 9, 2013, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. What You’ve written here is clearly why I object to “Striving to remain in the moment” yet I have “moments” (now in My Past) which I value above all other memories.

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    • As Sandy Denny says

      “Time? What is that? I’ve no time to care. I’ve lived for a long while nearly everywhere.”

      Do I ever wander? You don’t know. You’ll never follow, and I’ll never show. Do you see the water and watch it flow And float an empty shell, And you think that I’m hiding from the island. You’ve a fault in your senses. can you feel it now? Time? What is that? I’ve no time to care. I’ve lived for a long while nearly everywhere. You will be taken, everyone, you ladies and you gentlemen. Fall and listen with your ears upon the paving stone. Is that what you hear? The coming of the sea? Sea flows under your doors in London town. And all your defences are all broken down. You laugh at me on funny days, but mine’s the slight of hand. Don’t you know I am a joker, a deceiver? And I’m waiting for the land.

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