Who is it loving
Whatever it is it loves
Beyond avoidance?

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 August 27, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Learning to love oneself.

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    Watch suspiciously
    Thinking not of their feelings
    Open wide your minds

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