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“Until we accept the fact that life itself is founded in mystery, we shall learn nothing.” Henry Miller
The Unknowing
Knowing
that one doesn’t know
is the most profound moment,
like seeing through a window,
not to the other side
so much as to see
what was not seen before,
a complete unknowing of
everything and a turning
to the inner compass
awaiting stillness.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
This is one of those poems that works on a subliminal level that can’t be explicated. I quite like that in literary works.
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Liz, thank you for your thoughtful words.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Yes!
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Thank you so much VJ
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Welcome.
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Yes! I don’t know what I don’t know.
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Great 🙂
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Adding this link to the reference index at the Foundation for Poetic Justice
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Thank you so much Ana
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My great pleasure!
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That pivotal moment in one’s life…
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Yes, I believe it Heather, and thank you.
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My pleasure.
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you describe it so well!
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Thank you very much for your encouraging words Kate.
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For me its a poem remebering on the basics on life too. Thank you Paul! Best wishes, Michael
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To you too Michael
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Very much appreciate your encouragement Charles.
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Loved this, Paul!!
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i’m thrilled to hear that, thank you for sharing.
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Beautiful words for contemplation
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Yes, it really came from that place.
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