Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon




“Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.”  Suzanne Finnamore


The mist kissed the water tenderly
and held me prisoner in the moment
that must never be squandered,
my breathing as fragile as the air,
waiting for an ending that will not come,
pulled into the juncture of realms,
lost in worlds where no thief resides
save that of my own inattention,
but I turn from that page,
even from the tempting words,
here I want for nothing.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, meditation, mindfulness, poem, quote, Spirituality

12 responses to “Nothing – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. This feels very Zen. I like it.


  2. Charis Counselling

    So beautiful – I have felt that


    Liked by 1 person

  3. So peaceful. A moment when time stands still.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Very beautiful, Paul! I love the own inattention shown as thief.

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