
“In origami the first folding should be done very well, so that the paper can stand.” Kazuko Horiuchi
Across The Line O how I love your folds, across the line I go following the very crease of you, sensing your essence, holding your form, seeing your true colour as we fold and refold, not knowing where, or that there is, was, a line, now blurred, lost in each other, all the while emerging. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
I love this☺️💛
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Thank you very much Cheryl, so glad you do. 🙂
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I love this!!
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So glad you do, it always raises the spirit to read that, thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul. 🙂
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A very sensuous metaphor, Paul Well done.
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Many thanks Dwight 🙂
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:>)
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Wonderful!
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Thank you very much indeed Patricia
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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!! Hope you had a great day!
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The meaning of your words are perfect for the perspective of being on a dance with Life. Lost in each other, all the while emerging.
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Thank you for your keen observation Astrid, yes indeed, that emerging is the true point really, I wonder that too many think they’ve arrived and that is all there is, sigh!
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I know what you mean ☺️
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I love allusion in this poem to something other
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What a beautiful way to describe changing and doing it together, Paul! ❤
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Thank you Susi, love your response.
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You’re welcome, Paul! 🙂
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