“All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses.” Friedrich Nietzsche
Suddenly Suddenly truth broke out on a spring morning laden with the warmth of promise forecast centuries ago by the hopeful prophets before they became adults stuck in over insured futures of predictable plastic living suicide and, just as suddenly, people discovered themselves and each other. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
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YES!!! 🤗
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Thank you so very much Ana. 🙂
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Thank YOU very much, brother!
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🙂
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So true!
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Thank you Astrid, spoken as known. 🙂
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wow oh wow
“stuck in over insured
futures of predictable plastic
living suicide” you articulated what I’ve so often thought …
and may we keep opening to ourselves and each other!
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Yes, that is the only way, thank you for sharing that.
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This is such an intriguing poem, Paul – encapsulating humanity and the move away from enlightenment. Hopeful undertone.
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You read it as I felt it, yes indeed, connectivity is so much the way, thank you VJ
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You are welcome, Paul.
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Interesting timing for this poem. I was preaching this morning about how people will always return to the arts and humanities when living in the “predictable plastic / living suicide” becomes too dehumanizing.
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Absolutely Liz, life devoid of itself, were they listening?
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Wow that is a great poem
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Thank you very much, very kind indeed.
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I am hopeful.
Wonderful poem Paul.
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Yes, that ever hope of humanity being.
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I also fully agree, Paul! Thank you for sharing these important thoughts. Michael
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Many thanks Michael 🙂
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What a wonderful poem. I especially love the opening line. Thanks for the post and the good feelings that came with it.
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Thank you so much Geri.
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