“Dig deep within yourself, for there is a fountain of goodness ever ready to flow if you will keep on digging.” Marcus Aurelius
An Archeology Of Self I passed through my skin to the ground so gently, like silk to soft clear water, my bones so beautifully alabaster upon the humous that enwombs me entirely with an invitation to dig among the layers of my paradox, completely incompleted thresholds of discovery ghosted in opaque moments of connection that fire my flesh and fill my core, and there, in that moment, I am in myself again, renewed, re-membered, alive. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Powerful imagery and writing! Very well penned, Paul!!
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Such an exquisite write, Paul.
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I do appreciate this, many thanks VJ.
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Welcome
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I’m seeing that there are many ways to come back to one’s true self.
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Yes, and I really like that thought, it is so open and invitational to think that too, no limit.
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Beautiful poem Paul.
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So glad you liked it Rupali, many thanks.
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I like that kind of archologic poetry. Very unusual.
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Thank you so much.
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A deep dive into self.
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Beautifully penned, Paul. ❤
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Very much appreciated Penny, thank you.
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Layer by layer we brush away to find our true selves. But how much will we reveal?
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Yes, how much dare we reveal, it is a vulnerable moment. Thank you Chris.
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Wonderful written. The coming back to ourselves is so important for the future. Michael
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Yes, if we don’t live in ourselves what hoe is there? Thank you Michael.
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