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Jan 27

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Pesky boundaries
Are part of the illusion
If not the whole think

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 27, 2018, in Wee Poems and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Betty Hayes Albright | January 29, 2018 at 3:57 AM

    This goes along with an experience I had a couple of days ago that I won’t even try to explain here.

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