At dVerse Frank is hosting Haibun with an invitation to write about cherry blossoms.
dVerse Poets – Haibun – Cherry Blossoms
“To find yourself, think for yourself.” Socrates
Come Join Me Going to hell in a handcart seems infinitely better than joining with the elite ignorance of those who presume they're on for a visit to the angel bar in the ether. How can it be that we tolerate the essence of ego over integrity, where is the authentic one, where the grounded reality? How is it that we have put a gun to the head of community, in pursuit of self-indulgence? Of course, it is infinitely more valid if we charge a small fortune for courses that enable wrong choices to look like someone else, someone who knows the mantra. Surely it is time to self-prune, to take stock and account for the present moment? Whatever your disposition, my handcart has plenty of room, so come join me on the road to the hell that is not really hell, it is not what you'd imagine, but then, the path to a constructed heaven is just an irony of marketing, so what have you got to lose?
An autumn pruning safeguards generous spring cherry tree smiling ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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You deftly captured the international it’s all about me phenomenon. Good job. Love the poem at the end.
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Many thanks Pat, yes the me syndrome.
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Practical and meaningful!
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Thank you.
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Hell in a handcart for me please! 🙋🏽♀️
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Jump aboard there’s room for all.
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It’s impossible to reconcile choices that imperil others.
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Interesting haibun Paul. This carnival we call life is certainly perplexing. It is all a big complex guessing game — but it is hard not to conjecture as to the answer of the question, “why are we here?” There is a following question that isn’t as well publicized, “what do I do while I am here?” It’s our individual response to this question that stirs the madness. Human beings have created such chaos trying to solve this unsolvable riddle.
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Yes, that’s it in a nutshell Rob, we don’t take time to know ourselves and react to the stimuli of the world rather than act from within ourselves. Thank you very much.
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I hope more people can learn that modesty instead of self-indulgence is infinitely more valuable
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If only, fingers crossed Bjorn.
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” . . . the path to a constructed heaven is just an irony of marketing, so what have you got to lose?” I thought buying one’s way into heaven went out with the Protestant Reformation. Apparently not!
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No way, just repackaged, still shackling people to paths and processes.
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Great, like a sermon that I would like to receive from any of the senior church officials. Thank you Paul! Best wishes, Michael
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They would refuse to jump in 😉
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😉 Think so too,
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Poignant poem, Paul.
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Thank you for that VJ 🙂
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Welcome.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks for that Chuck, hope you enjoy the festive days ahead.
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Always happy to share your posts, Paul!! 😊✨✨👍
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So nice 🌷🙏🌷
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“…enable wrong choices to look like someone else.”, so easy to do. Well said, Paul.
Thank you for the quote!
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My pleasure, and, thank you very much Amy.
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A thought-provoking poem, Paul. We need to “self-prune.”
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Yes, I agree, we really do, thank you Sara
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Provocative and thought provoking
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That is great to hear.
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