Doucement with the judgement
Pointless demands of things
Our expectations they
Be other than they are

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 27, 2017, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.

  1. Arrgh those expectations.. :-D.. Wishing you a weekend you were more or less expecting Ben.. Love and HUGS xx

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  2. Ms. B says to tell you this post disappeared when she tried to like and comment and she’s goin’ nuts trying to figure that out. It shows “post no longer exists”. Crazy or what? 😡 (Her, not me.)

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  3. Sometimes we don’t really even know what we want….

    Glad I was finally able to find this post. WP only sent the one email notification (for the one that disappeared) but no email for the second one when you re-posted it. Now I’ve noticed your latest “Book of Guff” post also didn’t get emailed. Found it (and this one) in my reader, which I don’t normally use. Other odd things have been happening…. Must be Halloween.

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