RAINBOW

Oct 24

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RAINBOW

All this time and space
A created illusion
A self-blown bubble

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 October 24, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Sue Dreamwalker | October 24, 2015 at 3:57 PM

    I keep trying to place myself in one Ben but the darn thing keeps bursting! 🙂 Happy weekend to you .. Sue

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