DOUBLE BIND

DOUBLE BIND

Those who do not feel
Lost, displaced, dispossessed
The most lost of all

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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.

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Posted on June 9, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged Compassion, Paradox. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

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the secret keeper | June 10, 2015 at 5:07 AM

WITHOUT

Nothing is knowing
Existing is being numb
Not alive inside

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- Ben Naga | June 11, 2015 at 3:56 PM
  
  WACHET AUF
  
  Dante and Bunyan
  Travelled this way before us
  And left behind a map
  
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  - the secret keeper | June 13, 2015 at 12:12 AM
    
    Beautiful. 🙂
    
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  - Ben Naga | July 4, 2015 at 7:10 PM
    
    A favourite from my youth. Our church organist would play it if he knew I was in the congregation. I used to baby sit for him and his wife. Nice people; fond memories.
    
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