An Adventus – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Laura has invited us to choose from eight lines taken from mystic poets and use the line in a poem, perhaps even a form of octave. dVerse Poets – Poetics – Stepping off the Sidewalk

I have chosen the line: “Coming, going, the waterbirds don’t leave a trace.” Dogen who lived in Kyoto in 13th century Japan, and who became a Buddhist monk who was also a writer, poet, philosopher and the founder of Soto Zen.

Photo: Bunbury wetlands, two black swans passing by.

“The lack of mystery in our modern life is our downfall and our poverty.” Dietrich Bonhoeffer

An Adventus

Dappled ripples processed the roughed vestibule of my heart,
an adventitious solace arising in its perpetuated simplicity,
I traced a map in the parchment of my mind of 
all the comings and goings of sentient beings,
an adventus, unsurprisingly surprising, my breath was
captured by the wind of time and carried along for a span and,
knowing that, coming, going, the waterbirds don't leave a trace,
these quiet feathered gods, ever mercurial, are messengers of hope.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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45 responses to “An Adventus – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Love the birds as messengers of hope.Thats so true ,and motivating. Michael

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  2. I loved the mystical hopeful essence of this poem Paul well written.

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  3. you wove mystical deep into these words – beautifully in keeping with Dogen

    “all the comings and goings of sentient beings,
    an adventus, unsurprisingly surprising, my breath was
    captured by the wind of time”

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  4. sanaarizvi

    This is absolutely stellar 😀 I especially love; “I traced a map in the parchment of my mind of all the comings and goings of sentient beings.”💝💝

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  5. We are but motes,
    the wind our carrier,
    hope the measure placed
    on our brief span.

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  6. Beverly Crawford

    “carried along by the wind of time” … the phrase captures me. So true.

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  7. Lovely, hope is so important and yes i need to think about it.

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  8. Ah, messengers of hope – wow, I like that

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  9. Another Marvelous Poem Mr Paul🤓 the part “I traced a map in the parchment of my mind” was catchy👍

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  10. This is gorgeous, spontaneous stream of consciousness poetry!!! Love it.

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  11. Deep insights held within the words, Paul.

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  12. Amy

    “… are messengers of hope”, I love it. 🙂

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  13. I love your ode to the waterbirds. They, like all birds, are special.

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  14. very zen … I get how you must be torn with busyness in this current climate … but those birds will always bring hope, hold it in your heart … this too will pass!

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  15. I love “my breath was / captured by the wind of time and carried along for a span,” that sense of being a part of all things.

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  16. Yes… hope is the thing with feathers… love the black swan pictures.

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