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“Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.” Rabindranath Tagore
Love Is There
I’m not sure that I can trace beginnings or endings. Once I thought I could, but now I’m not so certain. The dualities of childhood eventually and thankfully slipped away in youth, so that sharp lines and edges, defined density of colours, even surety of perception, all faded in time. To just be in the moment seemed out of reach, until the great letting go, to surrender to ebb and flow without fear or seeking reason was, in the end, the greatest of joys. Even now I don’t know why I was surprised every time love started or ended. But looking back, the question makes no sense. Starts and endings are merely endings and starts. You see love doesn’t start or end, it just is. Somehow I knew, know, that love circles, but I must trust and embody its seamless, wondrous, passionate rhythm.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“Love just is.” I love that so much! Yes, it is.
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Thank you Sherry, yes, it really is.
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“Love just is.” I love that so much! Yes, it is.
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“Love just is.” I love that so much! Yes, it is.
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Yes it is, I agree. We have no control over our feelings
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Sadly society forces controls.
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I love this, Paul. So hopeful–and. . .well, true.
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Thank you Merril, yes, it’s there, just there.
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I think there those who have felt loving ending… but maybe it just is. loved your thought on this.
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Yes, in the endings I wonder, did love go, or did I let love go, I lose myself in these thoughts at times, thank you for yours Bjorn.
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This is beautiful, Paul.
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Thank you so much for that Dale.
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I really like how your prose poem moves from the dualities of childhood to the circular nature of love. It gave me much to contemplate.
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Isn’t it amazing how we can look back and see it so differently? Thank you Liz.
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I know. It never ceases to amaze me that I perceive my childhood as the longest period of my life, but now it’s a mere fraction.
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Yes, the same for me, our perception of time changes so much.
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Beautiful – how’s that book going???
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Shsss 🙂
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ooh please tell more??
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Shush 🙂 enough 🙂
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Beautiful wondrous, passionate rhythm. Love it, Paul.
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Thank you for drawing that out Amy, glad you liked it.
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I love the sentence “You see love doesn’t start or end, it just is.” too. Thank you for sharing, this great poem, Paul! Best wishes, Michael
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Thank you Michael, I’m glad that piece spoke to you, this was the theme that came first.
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I love the truth in the last line.
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That’s the most personal lived bit really, thank you you for sharing that Astrid.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Very kind as always, thank you Charles.
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wow I think this has to be my all time favourite so far Paul … you really nailed it!
Love is circular and if we feel it ended then maybe it’s just that we were toying with the notion rather than truly engaging ….
Glad you’re healing well and sounds like you might be writing it out 🙂
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so true, yes working through, always, I find the writing of it so helpful. Thank you so much Kate for your thoughtful response. 🙂
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my pleasure, excited to see a good man grow ❤
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“Love just is.” Yes.
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Thank you 🙂
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