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“In search of my mother’s garden, I found my own.” Alice Walker
The place to begin
was a strange performance
disarming our indifference,
skirting the dangers in
this profound mystery
held in vessels imperfect,
a visceral connection to
the center of one’s own truth,
the nature of all things,
disrupting the boundaries which
one must always unknow.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Yes, to find a place to begin to find our true selves again. It does take a conscious effort because so often our true selves have drifted away without our even knowing it.
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Sadly yes, so distracted we become it just drifts, I like how you describe it, thank you for your thoughts Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul. Fortunately, I’ve found that as long as I’m writing, the drift corrects itself.
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Writing is the best I find, so grounding and yet so expansive too.
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Exactly!
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“The boundaries which one must always unknow” seems like the right place to begin. 🙂
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So subtle, we might be unfortunate enough to ignore them, at our peril though. Many thanks Punam. 🙂
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Indeed! You are welcome. 🙂
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Very intriguing. I like this a lot, Paul. ♥.
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Thank you so much Niki
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“The center of one’s own truth.” Yes! Let’s get there!!
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I keep hoping for a mass arrival at that truth, we sure need a change.
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Agreed!!!! 💛
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“a visceral connection to
the center of one’s own truth,” You are always finding so wonderful expressions. Love it! Michael
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Well, sometimes they just arrive, wonderful flow some days.
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Great poem – and so true
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Many thanks.
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