UNCHANGING TRANSIENCE

Nov 24

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UNCHANGING TRANSIENCE

Change
Is our torment
Yet also our release

What cantankerous creatures
We are to be sure
To be sure

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 24, 2014, in Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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