You can’t beat a drum
To set your pulse pulsating
… The heart of it all

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 21, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Sometimes you need that jump start.

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    Beyond the dark life
    Pounding of the Universe
    Expanding farther

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