TRANSITORY

TRANSITORY

You see everything
So differently just now
While in a moment …

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 18, 2014, in Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Did you see, what I saw, when I seen it? Or maybe I should have another look. πŸ™‚

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  2. dawnofdivinerays

    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.

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