No “it” without “me”;
“me” and “it” got jumbled up,
resulting in “t i m e”.

No more jumping up and down:
“now” and “here” become “nowhere”.

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 21, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Always interesting to rearrange words – sometimes profound “coincidences”. (Funny, just a couple of hours ago I was doing a mantra meditation on “here, now”. And it went nowhere. πŸ€” )

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