I suppose
We can wait for it
To emerge
On its own
Or else we can continue
To help it along

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 March 6, 2018, in Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. So true…a nice breath here of allowing…Namaste’ and thank you…

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  2. Best we help it along. Time is running out for humanity’s survival I fear.

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