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To put away the day for just a moment,
and turn down the volume of my mind,
let alone every device of distraction,
to accept the seasons,
the songs of life,
and, the love of others,
to simply sit
with folded hands
in silence.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul,
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Beautiful ❤️
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Many thanks Nalini
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It’s so hard to do, to cut yourself off from this technology that we are all addicted too… I think I need to give myself that space though.
Really loved this piece.
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Juliette, many thanks for sharing and for your kind thought.
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Lovely writing. You gave me peace as I read it! And I love the photo you chose.
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Thank you so much Victoria
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The parenthesis of silence. I love that
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Thank you so much for that OJ
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My pleasure dear friend
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You make it sound so easy when you put it down so beautifully but it is not so easy to do.
Love the title too.
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Yes, so true, though I find it easier now than when I first began. Thank you for the encouraging words too.
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In the beginning it is tough but one has to persevere. Your words encourage me to do so.
You are so welcome.
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Thank you
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Reblogged this on Antonella Lallo.
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Many thanks for that, very kind
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Beautiful concept
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yes, that contemplative approach is so beautiful
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my preoccupation … know this guy in your photo [wink wink]
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😉
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Excellent!!:D
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Many thanks Nasuko
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Reblogged this on Alessandria today.
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Many Thanks
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Nice
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Many thanks
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Wonderful photography!
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Yes, not mine though, not attribution was required as the photographer is unknown. Thanks for stopping by.
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Fair enough… 🙂
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🙂
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Love it,Words put beautifully and a great message too.Are you a poet by birth ? Though I know nothing about poetry and many times struggle to understand the meaning….you are making things ,simpler to me.Thanks a ton.
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That is very thoughtful. maybe – some of my mentors have said it must be in the blood, and I’m being persuaded by family that it is in the DNA – thank you for the reflection and for sharing.
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Thanks 🙏 this poem will be perfect inspiration and reminder for me to continue to practice building upon my Meditation habits.
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Wow, that’s great, I’m so enjoying meditation it’s my breathing space.
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Love your poetry, Paul
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Thank you so much Carol
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Brilliant and beautiful.
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Thank you so much
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Alas! I’ve never been able to completely still my mind to silence. I have, however, been able to attain some benefits to meditation nevertheless.
An old poem, written twenty years ago:
I sit in the evening
The rain on my face
Watching things rise
And watching things fall.
And I don’t know the names
Of the things that I see
But I know what to do
And not do.
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I would suggest that it’s how you want it to be, if you drop the focus of a goal in meditation you strangely enough end up gaining it. Thanks for sending your poem – love it.
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Thanks for the tip. Sounds like a good one.
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Well, just a thought.
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It’s what I want to do sometimes.
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Yes, so helpful I find, worth making the time
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Very nice!
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Thank you Janet
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