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.
“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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Love the birds as messengers of hope.Thats so true ,and motivating. Michael
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They are so free, and they travel everywhere, so much they see and know, so much to share. I’ve always delighted in birds.
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I loved the mystical hopeful essence of this poem Paul well written.
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Thank you so much Rob.
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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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Very encouraged by your response Laura, many thanks.
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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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Sanaa, wow, thank you very much indeed.
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We are but motes,
the wind our carrier,
hope the measure placed
on our brief span.
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I’m honoured by your wonderful, thoughtful lines Ken.
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Thank you, Paul. Inspired by your words.
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Gratitude.
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“carried along by the wind of time” … the phrase captures me. So true.
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There are days when I know I am not in control of my life, just responding, or worse, reacting.
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Lovely, hope is so important and yes i need to think about it.
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That makes two of us, thank you for sharing Rupali.
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Ah, messengers of hope – wow, I like that
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I’m so glad to hear that, I guess we all need a slice of hope, thank you for sharing this.
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Another Marvelous Poem Mr Paul🤓 the part “I traced a map in the parchment of my mind” was catchy👍
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glad it caught you, and glad to have your response too. 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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This is gorgeous, spontaneous stream of consciousness poetry!!! Love it.
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Thank you so much Helen, so glad you liked it, thank you for sharing this.
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Deep insights held within the words, Paul.
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Many thanks Lisa.
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You’re very welcome.
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“… are messengers of hope”, I love it. 🙂
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I often feel that birds are messengers, they are special. Thank you Amy.
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I love your ode to the waterbirds. They, like all birds, are special.
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I really do agree Yvonne, thank you for sharing.
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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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Thank you Kate
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welcome rev
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🙂
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1,000 ccs (rev). 🙂
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maybe or better still CofE rev 😉
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I think that model is somewhat under powered 😉
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I believe so, let’s go with the 1000 model then!
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Lol, that might just do it 🙂
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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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Yes, that’s it, you have drawn out the essence of it, thank you for sharing Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Yes… hope is the thing with feathers… love the black swan pictures.
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I love that Dickinson poem, thank you Bjorn.
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So true of water birds – I loved the insights into the soul of this poem
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Thank you – yes indeed.
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