SURRENDER III

SURRENDER

When I stopped looking
Then, paradoxically
At last I could see

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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 feelings.

Posted on May 24, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. ACCEPTANCE

    Out of the corner
    Of my eye walks a vision
    Believing free’s One

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