Let go, my sister
After all, we are already (t)here

Meanwhile, of course
We carry on with the immediate

Accompanied by those
We have decided to imagine

Those precious few whom we love
Those we are fortunate to have imagined

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 27, 2014, in Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. dawnofdivinerays

    Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.


  2. As we say in the states a dollar and a dream.


  3. I am indeed fortunate – happy new year (-_-)


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