“Freedom from desire leads to inner peace.” Lao Tzu
Dispelled Cog toothed maniacal, steel eyed gangle trap, biting the tender throat of my hours, viral spreading, life sapping, dull billboards, those hypertense sucking creepers of wounded hearts, in thrice silence dispelled meekly by the outward breath so detached in the soul's crystal laughter drifting beyond the cries of the minute keeper to a stillness beyond cogito to tears of joy raining on the inside. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Beautiful! There is a way, if we but choose to go to that place. The title is just right.
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I am reminded of when illness took me “by the throat”, life condensed to a weird sort of survival, and eventually tears of joy. Such a paradox is life.
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Paradox, life’s normal in my view, always the surprises. Yes, I have marvelled at your journey.
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Thanks Paul. So many surprises
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Yes, that’s for sure 🙂
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Wow! Amazing write!
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Thank you so much Laura.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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😊✨✨👍
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Hmm, reading your poem, my mind goes to my work life once again.
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There is that sense of needing freedom to do what one can do rather than the binding traps of other’s machinations.
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There have been times when the binding traps of others’ machinations have led to the impulse to chew off my leg to escape.
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Ha, I know the sense of that, fortunately I’ve still got my legs. Thank you for sharing Liz.
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You’re welcome Paul. 😀
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Such a beautiful poem
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Many thanks 🙂
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