A BITTER FRUIT

Oct 27

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A BITTER FRUIT

A clutching onto
One unique I
Rather than
Embodying the All
In the current instant
Is the root of all suffering

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, 2019, in Poems and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. wolfke74 | October 29, 2019 at 5:04 AM

    Reblogged this on I am Arachanaï and commented:
    What are we afraid of? Losing ourselves.

    Liked by 1 person

    Reply

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