“You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.” Franz Kafka
Have We? Some things come to me at odd moments, tying a shoelace or washing a cup or, in the moment of the perhaps, waiting for something, anything, in the length of a soft, slow day, that might offer meaning, depending on the question of course, like love, for example, that we don't really know what it is even when we have supped from its chalice, have we consumed love or, has love consumed us? Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Amazing!!!!! Love has consumed us!!!!!
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Yes, reframing the whole thing, thank you very much Elizabeth.
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Perfect if both?
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Yes! though still consumed 🙂
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Sometimes it is hard to know what love is.
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Yes, best just live into it, whatever it is.
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Some of both, methinks.
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Yes, though still wrung out either way.
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I’ve always enjoyed these small moments of reflection on the profound while engaged in the mundane.
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Yes, I think it makes the mundane go by, and the mundane is simply the mantra that invites depth.
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That’s a good way to think about it!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Many thanks 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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Good question – amazing poem
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I thought you’d like this one.
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Love has consumed myself and was blinded by love but now I only see the love for God and then see love for other’s. That’s the only way for me to love other’s💁🏽I know that’s confusing but you get what I’m saying…if I don’t love God unconditionally then I can’t love anyone else😞
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Absolutely so 🙂
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