RELIGION

Jan 21

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RELIGION

Each path we travel
If we walk it to its end
Ends at the same place

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 January 21, 2016, in Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. silentlyheardonce | January 22, 2016 at 4:33 PM

    At the beginning. Nice thought.

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  2. Sue Dreamwalker | January 22, 2016 at 6:05 PM

    True… Here’s to all our footprints in-between Ben.. Have a wonderful weekend

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