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“Transformation literally means going beyond your form.” Wayne Dyer
No Longer Serves Us
Profound mysteries don’t always come
in those cliched places of illusion,
domesticated by expectations
and such finite things until,
like Pavlov’s dogs we hesitate,
tired of salivating for finitude,
glimpsing a painful revelation,
that the place where we are
no longer serves us,
throwing us into ambiguity
and uncertainty,
where alone
ecstasy thrives.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com.
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Love this one, Paul.
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Thank you for that Sandy
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You bet!
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Reblogging this to my readers at sister site Poetic Justice
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Thank you Ana
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😌
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Many thanks Ana
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I wasn’t expecting to be thrown where ecstasy thrives!
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It does sneak up.
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🙂
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Oh yes, Paul! Thank you!
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My pleasure Michael.
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From uncertainty to ecstasy – I all for that!
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Well you’d be good company on this ride, and here we are 🙂 Thank you Chris.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Appreciate that Charles.
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Mmmm very prophetic or an inner reflection
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Passionate about this one, yes, it felt that way.
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