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“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” John Muir
Russet Royal Carpet
The herald breezes in and
stirs the russet royal carpet
that crackles under bare foot
like sheaves of crumpled cellophane
through which you follow your
improvised lyrical body,
an atonement for the daily grind
in which only the tall sentinels see
your transparent heart interpreting
the rhythms of life comprised of
your inner compass,
a spirit of music which guides you
to vulnerability and joy,
a dance of pure, liberated soul.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Thank you Cheryl 🙂
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This is beautiful.Love your imagery.
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Thank you for your encouraging words.
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John Muir had a way with words and so do you, Paul.
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Well what a lovely thing to say, thank you for sharing that. Yes, Muir has given us so much.
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Amazing and evocative images, Paul.
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Thank you Punam for sharing that.
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You are welcome.
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What a lovely poem, Paul.
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Thank you so much VJ, so glad you liked this.
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Sure did! Welcome, Paul.
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❤ Exquisite ❤
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Thank you so much Lisa.
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You are very welcome.
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A sensual release, wonderful.
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Yes, being in the body, releasing.
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You’ve captured the joy of being in the moment. ❤️
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Thank you for drawing that out Dawn.
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Finding ones soul is the game, you and John Muir are aware of it.
Wonderful piece Paul.
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Thank you so much for the thoughtful response and the kind likening to Muir. I have always loved that particular quote too.
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You are painting a wonderful world, of freedom and romance. Thank you Paul, and have a great week. Michael
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You too Michael, and thank you.
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