The Sea Shell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


“The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is.” Ludwig Wittgenstein

The Sea Shell

The spiral,
always the movement,
beautiful premonition,
the sum of before itself,
the string that is this long,
a labyrinth of mystical rhythm
better than a minotaur's maze,
a way through the demise of certainty,
healing for disconnection,
the disavowal of accumulation,
a slowing down,
contemplating the beauty
in the sounds of nature,
the smell of soil,
ash of my ancestors,
the sounds of love's tympani
on my heart of hearts,
O fragile sea shell,
speak more.

Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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24 responses to “The Sea Shell – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Those last four lines beat even most of your own for purest immortality, my friend.

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  2. Protected inside of beauty.

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  3. Amy

    contemplating the beauty, in the sounds of nature — love it!
    Beautiful, Paul!

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  4. Lovely poem, Paul. ❤ My home is decorated with pine cones and seashells…meaningful to me. " A world in a grain of sand…"

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  5. Beautiful, eternity is forever! 🙂 xx Michael

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  7. lync56

    Wow this took us deeper and deeper into contemplation


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