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“One’s own self is well hidden from one’s own self; of all mines of treasure, one’s own is the last to be dug up.” Friedrich Nietzsche
Who Are You?
Have you always remembered who you are,
did you not lose yourself just once
in pursuit of what belonged to others?
And how did you leave and return to yourself?
What did you let go and what did you
pick up as you came home to you
that you might be real,
speaking changeling,
living imago?
Who are you,
do you remember?
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Wonderful
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Many thanks Ana
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I’m sure we are all guilty of showing another side to ourselves, for reasons good or less so. Beautifully, and quite disturbingly, put, Paul.
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I do like your response Chris, I’m definitely guilty. I really did hope for disturbing, but in that questioning sense, I think that’s all me, I question everything. Thank you for your thoughtful response.
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It’s so important to question and examine. Even more so now.
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I feel that too, we are on the cusp, now’s the time to take a good look.
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In times like these –
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Absolutely. Thank you.
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This resonates with me. This piece is very thought provoking. 🧐
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Thank you so much for sharing how this spoke to you, really appreciate your response.
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Oh that path to self is so circuitous – I try to follow it back but so many times am lost.
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It most certainly is, and I too so often lost along it.
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Wooh . hard hitting truths. Love it. Do we know who we are … or who we are intended to be 🤔
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Yes, the abiding conundrum, and just when we think we’ve discovered it, we are challenged yet again. I love your question, thank you for the response. 🙂
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I wish I did, Paul!
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Yes, the abiding question really, thank you Punam, I like your transparency.
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You are welcome, Paul. I don’t like being opaque. 🙂
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks Charles
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Always happy to share your posts, Paul!!
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“chan-geling” hahaha – No seriously I really love this poem it speaks to something that is so real and for some there is no awareness of this lostness of the true self
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When I begin to lose myself, my writing brings me back. When I’m writing, I feel most alive and myself. Writing is my homeplace.
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Ah, we might indeed be twins, I get that, well in my own way, I too feel alive when I’m writing, most myself, amazing.
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Yes, it is amazing, and I’m so grateful for it!
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Yes, very much so.
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So true, Paul! Its always questionable, asking who we are real. Your last line is perfect. Best wishes, Michael – Sorry, i am always a little bit late in visiting all the blogs on my list.
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Well, you do get here and that’s fine by me, so glad you can make it, and appreciate your comments.
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Thank you for the kind words, Paul! An the always mind provoking poems. Have a nice day/ night, and stay save. Michael
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Yes, staying home as much as possible, hope you are too.
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Indeed, Paul! There is no way out. Emigrating to the Czech Republic would be the same, in these times. Lol
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Lol, yes, no where to run with this one, though Greenland is mostly safe.
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