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Of all that could possibly be invited
to the circus of my mind,
my dreams
of gods and angels,
were annulled in favour
of a pair of flamboyant red shoes
attached to beauty,
and, in the moment I turned
to speak to her,
I was awakened
and she was gone,
tonight as I lie in bead
I hope to glimpse
that eternity again.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Beautiful, Paul. ”I hope to glimpse that eternity again.”
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Thank you for those lovely words.
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Hope you will also love her coming back barefoot. 😉 Well done! Michael
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I will indeed 🙂
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🙂
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The highs of the perfect dream then the lows of waking from it. In the dream class we talked about focusing on a dream we want to continue just before falling asleep and that it can work. Try it and let me know! I like the message of the poem also, about the distraction away from the usual well-worn paths of the mind to a place of sheer joy.
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Oh that I do know, I am the master at regaining a dream. The only thing is, we never know if the dream goes as intended as the mood and context is so different, but hey, I don’t really mind that 🙂 thank you very much Jade for reflecting on this.
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Sounds like it was a good one.
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Jung talked about regaining dreams, whereas Freud wouldn’t. It was a good one, sometimes i notice they repeat too. Hmmm.
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Such poignant wanting. There is great magic in the red shoes. We do know their power. 🙂
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Yes, so true, and we feel it too, thank you for reflecting on this 🙂
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For some unknown reason, a girl wearing red shoes always does it for me.
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Ah, the power of red shoes 🙂 yes, there’s nothing better.
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A torture device among many designed
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Yes, many a doctor friend has opined these shoes.
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Red shoes on a woman….like a man in a red sports car…meant to be noticed!
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Oh yes indeed, nice analogy, something about red.
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Red shoes always make a statement 🙂 A wonderful poem.
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Thank you so much for sharing that.
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Reminds me of a comment I saw yesterday—Dorothy has taught us that all a girl needs is a pair of red shoes and a loyal dog.
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Dorothy has a good point 🙂 thank you Peggy.
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“…to the circus of my mind”. ❤️
Wonderful Paul! Oh! The cruel bite of reality!
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Yes, so cruel, must revisit. 🙂 thank you Dawn.
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Some recurring dreams are worth it 🙂
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O that is very true 🙂
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🙂
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I love red shoes
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I know 🙂
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My mother always said that every woman needs a pair of red shoes.
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She knew 🙂
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There’s something about red shoes 🙂
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Yes, I cannot deny that for sure, a woman in black high heel stilettos is something to admire also!
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Absolutely 🙂
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A beautiful poem Paul. I wonder why you dreamt that. Wearing red shoes makes one feel ‘grounded’ and confident. 🙂💕
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Thank you so much Christine, yes, and Jung referred to them as signifiers of passion and impulse. I related it to attention as that fits my context. 🙂
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Well they certainly catch the eye! It was lovely Paul 🙂
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Thank you for taking time Christine, very much appreciated.
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