Blindnesses cover
A multitude not of sins
But revelations

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 September 3, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.


    Visions recover
    Concealed within rituals
    Depths of purity

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      Describe the visions
      Appearing within the smoke.
      If not I am blind.


      “How Tiresias obtained his information varied: sometimes, like the oracles, he would receive visions; other times he would listen for the songs of birds, or ask for a description of visions and pictures appearing within the smoke of burnt offerings, and so interpret them.”

      – Wikipedia

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