“The moment something ends, a spectacular new voyage begins in the unseen.” Hiral Nagda
Cathedral Of Grand Ideas The trees gave fragments, igniting my mind with a language of fire, composed of intricate thought elements reaching up to the sky as skeletal bones of frame, marking out a cathedral of grand ideas that will inflame passions and set fire to our eyes of knowing, new energy arising from the ash of rutted ways. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
parallax 
Watching flames dance and shapes form… primal and hypnotic.
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Yes, it is just that Chris.
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I needed the encouragement of your poetic words today. Thanks Paul.
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That is veery moving VJ, thank you for sharing such a deeply personal affect, I really hope the encouragement sustains and grows.
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Thanks Paul. Just a rough patch. This too shall pass.
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Glad to hear that it is only a patch.
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I love the title, Paul. Beautifully penned.
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Thank you very much Winnie.
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Fire burning us clean? (Metaphorically speaking, of course!)
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O definitely metaphorically 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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Your poem captures the ancient magic of gazing into a fire! Lovely poem, Paul!
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There’s something about fire, love it, thank you Cindy.
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Beautiful poem and beauty of the campfire 👌🌷🙏
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There’s something about a campfire, thank you very much indeed.
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So welcome and have a lovely Day 🌹🙏🌹
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Thank you Thattamma, I hope you receive a lovely day too. 🙂
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Love this poem of hope
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Many thanks.
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