Who is the seer
Who is watching the watcher
Doing the watching?

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 December 21, 2014, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.

  1. Do tell.. πŸ™‚
    Wishing you a wonderful Christmas Ben.. Have a fabulous time..


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    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.


  3. I would think it depends on who is watching, seeing and doing. Hope all is good with you. Hope the holidays were festive for you.


    • All is well (apparently), thank you for enquiring. And with you, sister?

      As for identity … I suspect we may be making it up as we go along. In which case nothing new then.

      Always good to hear from you, Kim. Especially following any absence.

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      • I’m still here. I guess there’s something about age and healing. It seems to be taking longer then I expected. I took gifts to my grandkids I had it in a shopping cart. My g-son was pulling it up the steps and almost lost his footing and I grabbed the cart to steady him. Then one day I sat at the computer and the leg broke and I fell. One of those incidents brought the pain back. So back on the pain meds.


      • That which you Truly Are transcends this current vehicle, whatever the pervasive “scientific/medical” orthodoxy maintains, so focus your intent on that Truth rather their assumptions. And remember that we are with you.


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