BACK TO BASICS

BACK TO BASICS

“Who am I?” someone asked.
I can’t remember who.
And then, “What is this place?”
“Who are all these others?”

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 30, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. We think we know
    until we don’t.

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  2. We think we don’t
    until we do.

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