Each new miracle
A fresh breath
Each new breath
A fresh miracle
And so the circle
Forever eats its tail

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 May 18, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. Uh hope something that is lacking in my days of late. Thanks for sharing it with me so cleverly.

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  2. New miracles forever
    Let us live completely
    Traveling the circle
    Revolving evolving
    Beginnings and endings
    Beginning again and again
    Meeting teachers all the way

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