“There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind.” C.S. Lewis
Unquenchable Unquenchable this song on my lips, the jive in my hips, a line of thought, an idea, at once authentic, the very vision of reality, a fork in the trail, opening a way through the deliberate hiddenness of our deepest self, who waits for this moment to sing and dance the life trail from the voice of my heart. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“You will never ‘find’ time for anything. If you want time, you must make it.” Charles Buxton
Dare I Look Forward? A hundred years passed in an hour, dare I look forward to another while the day empties of its hours as the moon begins its vigil. Dare I look forward to another, even now remaining passive as the moon begins its vigil of silvered light over my brow. Even now remaining passive in the face off a new language, of silvered light over my brow, making strange the words spoken. In the face of a new language, while the day empties of its hours, making strange the words spoken, a hundred years passed in an hour. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“…. by participating in a ritual, participating in the myth, you are being, as it were, put in accord with that wisdom, which is the wisdom inherent within you anyhow. Your consciousness is being re-minded of the wisdom of your own life. I think ritual is terribly important.” Joseph Campbell
Rituals The sacred rituals of my day arise with some herbal tea and a greeting of some feathered friends while garden wandering to rejoice in yesterdays hard, loving work, a meal to prepare with tender zen-like intention with each move, then stilling down at days end, ancient viviers, wine in hand, recounting the day's treasures, storing them in each other to savour and sift at leisure, these are the sacred rituals of my day. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“The original definition of sacrifice moves more inwardly. It means to give up what no longer works.” Mark Nepo
To No Avail With every possible sacrifice I made supplication at your door, as if to all the gods and spirits who might intervene should be summoned for not a little redemption at the drop of a hat thrown to the wind as to caution, a libation poured out for everything I had pursued down lanes and alleys to no avail. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“We wake if we ever wake at all, to mystery, to rumours of death, beauty, violence ….” Annie Dillard
Failing To See When did mystery become anxious that it needed something by way of self-denial to be acceptable, and who decided to strip you naked that we might see you clearly through the murky mist of time, and ponder your meanings. Did we need to break down your door, claiming your space as our own, becoming so familiar as to have no illusions, failing to see how our thirst for certainty becomes a cabinet filled with conclusions which has emptied us of longing. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“The only real radicalism in out time will come as it always has – from people who insist on thinking for themselves.” Christopher Hitchens
I Heard An Echo I heard an echo, we were talking about the old days which were neither here nor there, just indifferent to moral pigeons holed up in some minds making meaning from loosely connected thoughts often called memories, which had lost their way in the construction of truth and broken loose to free-range as experience, rather than surrender to become caged convictions. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“The greatest danger in times of turbulence is not the turbulence; it is to act with yesterday’s logic.” Peter Drucker
Swimming It's hard swimming against the title fight of culture, so many stop signs and no go zones, just the coup de gras, a tragic K O to box cutters, where thoughts are herded and trapped, taped and wrapped, no light to entertain a view, other than a room with no room, just praying for some silverfish to tunnel us out of this closed space that constricts my independent thought of throwing everything to the wind and just letting go to the centre of pure joy, where I can swim with such ease as to not care about who cares about the things that just don't matter anymore. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to se me.” Ralph Ellison
The Question When did someone last speak to you in sounds of love, with eyes of invitation and tones of welcome that broke the dam of your invisibility that overwhelms, when did you last tell your story outside of yourself to a world of someone who listened to your deep? ©Paul Vincent Cannon
“It’s pretty clear now that what looked like it might have been some kind of counterculture is, in reality, just the plain old chaos of undifferentiated chaos.” Jerry Garcia
Where Fish Swim Let's go from here and explore along where fish swim through trees and birds fly with ease deep underneath, delighting in nightingale songs and the loud silence of earthworms, who alone can move mountains yet go unnoticed though they are giants, then fly a kite in a starfish bowl, O how we mock ourselves under nature's forgiving gaze, that we could even begin to imagine an ordered life, where everything is inside out and upside down and round again, we must simply live into that one electric, platypus moment knowing that there is no other. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“Time is an illusion.” Albert Einstein
Slanted Days Some days time goes slant, doing its own most peculiar thing, upending the laws of physics, placing me parallel unseen where, somedays I am beside myself dancing demented under a lathering, metronomic pulse, while there are other days, where I am warped down in a distorted sound yawn, like swimming in hypnosis, a treacled meditation, wandering me along my way, some days are just slanted. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
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Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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Easiest GF DF recipes that ANYONE can prepare. No BS.
Gonna fill this page with breathings of my heart 💞
Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
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