LOST II

LOST II

In the now moment
Reviving, reinventing
Pasts I cannot touch

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 October 27, 2014, in Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. The sad realities. The good you can relive and bad you can erase.

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  2. dawnofdivinerays

    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays and commented:
    You can go back and heal your past – Reiki style. Namaste

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