“And suddenly you know: it’s time to start something new and trust the magic of new beginnings.” Meister Eckhart
Where Are The Stories? Where are the stories of your beginnings? Do you know the place where they reside? Are they black and white or many colours? Where do the go late into the night? Do you know the place where they reside? Surely they are sacred treasures of heart, where do they go late into the night when all is quiet in the shining darkness? Surely they are sacred treasures of heart so neatly scattered in chaotic patterns, when all is quiet in the shining darkness, except the loud constellations of love. So neatly scattered in chaotic patterns, are they black and white or many colours? Except the loud constellations of love, where are the stories of your beginnings? ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Well… This is good
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Many thanks indeed.
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Beautiful poem❤️😊
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Thank you 🙂
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I don’t know where my stories are, but I find them anyway!
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I think my mind unleashes them from time to time just to remind me of moments.
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Wow! Uncanny similar theme as me today. I love this, Paul! 💕
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Thank you so much Laura
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Your verse oddly choked up in my throat verging on tears…
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Amazing, thank you so much for sharing how it affected you, very moving.
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Beautiful Paul our stories told and untold, known and unknown.. love this line “So neatly scattered in chaotic patterns,
are they black and white or many colours?
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Thank you very much Cindy, yes, told and untold, even the bits we don’t see ourselves.
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That is soooo true!!!💖💖💖
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🙂
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Oh Wowza, this is knock-me-over GOOD. This is my fave pick: “the loud constellations of love”…Stellar.
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Another pantoum that works beautifully, Paul! ❤ The last couple of days, I have been having a lot of lucid dreams. This morning I dreamed animated conversations with my son as I was trying to go back to sleep. I have been talking to him every day about transitions in his life. Maybe that's the reason.
"Surely they are treasures of the heart." Your poem spoke to me! 🙂
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I have to worry a little longer about this great poem.;-) Thanks, Paul!
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Worry or reflect, just reflect, must not worry 😉
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🙂 Thank you, Paul! Will do, for sure.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Really appreciate that Chuck 🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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Except the loud constellations of love… So beautiful!
I love this poem. Thank you, Paul.
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Thank you for loving the words, much appreciated Amy.
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I don’t have words to describe this!! It’s beautifully. The start is one of the most difficult phases and we really don’t have any stories about it
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Yes, amazing thought that, pre-everything really. Thank you so much Khushi.
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Beautifully written*
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Thank you.
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Beautiful
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🙂
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