Ben Fa's Poetry

Ben Fa’s poetry:

Recitation of a name

Flowing from me

Flowing into me

Bathed in light

Amitofo, Amitofo.

Who would have thought

That no thinking

Was required.

The great master

At ease with change

The parting of ways.


Don’t leave the comfort of your tree


The wind is winning.

Pale winter sky

Soapy clothes

Thoughts of home.


You have all day

My feathered friend

To spread your wings

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