“Solitude is a fount of healing ….” Carl Jung
When Have We? How does one receive silence in its absence, when we have forgotten what it is like to fold into our deepest self and touch something that opens us to everything there is and, without holding, hold the cosmos, our heart of hearts, overcome with feeling to the point of not speaking words of inadequate meaning that fall like fruit premature, pretty, but o so sour to the ear who knows. When have we been so possessed of that silence beyond silence? Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights reserved ®
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A cacophony of jangling noises. Fileting the skin with each repetition until only screaming, raw nerve ends lie twitching. Silence an be solace by another name.
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Yes, agreed Pat, thank you.
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Your poem brings to mind the peace that passeth all understanding.
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That is a wonderful thought and connection, thank you Liz 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul. 🙂
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It seems we live in a world that doesn’t value silence…or solitude. Maybe that is part of the problem of violence today.
Another thought-provoking poem!
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I think that’s so true Patricia it is exactly that, thank you so much.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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😁✨👍
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I’m searching
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On the way 🙂
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Mmm am longing for that at the moment – these poems are so deep with feeling and meaning
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Thank you so much.
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