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“Real awakening comes with an inherent sense of integrity.” Adyashanti
Something Something came out of me largely dark, the success of a poultice of intentions, avoiding, of course, any hemlock or such, an ending far too premature for the journey. The success of a poultice of intentions and is restricted only by somatic fears, an ending far too premature for the journey should fear be allowed to take centre stage. And is restricted only by somatic fears where the body lays and lies so innocently should fear be allowed to take centre stage, would my centre hold in glorious duality? Where the body lays and lies so innocently, avoiding, of course, any hemlock or such, would my centre hold in glorious duality, something came out of me darkly large. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Nicely penned Paul. I’m exploring, in my mind, the concept of duality through the light or filter of “Mitakuye Oyasin” – All My Relations or We Are All Related
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I too have been revisiting that – shades of Joseph Campbell’s work too.
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Great read! 😀
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Thank you kindly.
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Oooh really scary. This new pantoum came through as I was writing about toadstool phobia, and reminds me that hemlock has terrified me too … all part of a fear of poisoning. And it’s blowing a huge winter storm up here in northern Scotland, so my new central heating, low-carbon, is singing lustily via its vibrating pipes. There be magic abounding – glad the lights are still on! Happy summer!
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Yes, I have a picture of you in the ravaged wilds of windswept gorse and heath hunkered down in your home and relishing the heat. In these last days of Spring we have already jumped to summer with temps here in the west rising beyond the norm. I don’t readily pick mushrooms just on the chance … Thank you for sharing, much appreciated.
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Oh and I love the twist of the first and final largely/ darkly line
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Thank you for loving that part – that’s where the germ of the poem began 🙂
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🙂
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sounds heavy but healing … take care precious!
You need the care now, the flock will manage 🙂
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Yes, the weight of the madness of what I work in. Thank you dear friend indeed.
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I pray you can retire soon Paul, you have more than enough on your plate!
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What a wonderfully thought provoking and clever read!
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Many thanks indeed.
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An intriguing poem with much to ponder and return to!
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Thank you Ingrid 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you very much 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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…..” Glorious Duality”
Mind pleasing! Marvelous!
Bravo PV!
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Thank you Datta 🙂
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Aww, you give us much to ponder here…
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Many thanks Mish
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Paul,
You’ve made the pantoum form submit to your ranging thoughts, yet recurring: on the one hand, the soma/sarx duality, on the other, the fear of dissolution, all communicated in that supine leisure of a patient waiting. Hope you are well.
Pax,
Dora
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I have been battling PTSD these past months, heck of a thing, loving your response, thank you so much Dora.
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You’re so welcome. I pray peace and strength for you during this tough time, Paul.
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Thank you, very much appreciated Dora.
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It’s heavy… Take care, Paul.
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Thank Amy for the kind thoughts.
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Another wonderful pantoum
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Much appreciated 🙂
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I love what you did with the pantoun… such a great choice of words with hemlock and poultice being there for the best of contrast.
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So long as they’re not confused (of course) thank you very much Bjorn
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I particularly appreciate “a poultice of intentions.”
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It just came into my head, it made sense somehow.
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I consider that “popped into my head” experience one of the best parts of writing. There’s nothing else like it–except, perhaps, coming upon an unexpectedly beautiful sight in nature.
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I would wholeheartedly agree Liz.
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🙂
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This is incredibly potent! I especially resonate with; “And is restricted only by somatic fears where the body lays and lies so innocently should fear be allowed to take centre stage, would my centre hold in glorious duality?”
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Thank you Sanaa, so wonderful to know this part resonated.
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An excellent trimeric poem, Paul – I love this form! The first stanza particularly sings for me 🙂
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Thank you so much Sunra 🙂
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You’re most welcome, Paul 🙂
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Thank you so much
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