“Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.” Virginia Woolf
When Did You Notice? Did it come naturally this penchant for sleeping, when did you notice you weren't awake, that sleep had arrived and how did you learn this ancient, elusive skill whose deficit tilts the world against us, making strange the claims of waking, and those drowsy interludes of netherness that collude against one's independence , mocking our inadequacy, smiling secretly at our inability to stay with the moment, calling us to surrender to horizons beyond our waking hope, when did you notice? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Good for you, brother. Isn’t Paul the kind? 😊
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🙂
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Many thanks Michael
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Let’s dream a little bit more. 😉 Very thought provoking, Paul! Thanks for sharing, and excuse my delay. Have a beautiful weekend! xx Michael
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All excuses accepted, you too and thank you xx
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I have noticed that sometimes when I sleep lightly I have the same thoughts I had when/if I fell asleep. If time has passed swiftly I assume I’ve been asleep.😴😴😴
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It is sometimes taught that when dreaming and waking life become indistinguishable, spiritual realization is high.
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I hope so. 🙏🤞
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Yes indeed.
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Yes, I have had that experience too, it seems unclear sometimes, but the result is the same perhaps, the thoughts that is?
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Paul, I am unable to like comments whether on the page or in the email notice, but I did like both of your comments. Pat
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Weird isn’t it, I have that experience with liking too at times, sigh, thank you for letting me know and thank you for the likes Pat.
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When I’m asleep and dreaming, I can’t tell that I’m sleeping. It’s the same as being awake–until I wake up. (I probably shouldn’t try to think too hard about this. 😉 )
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🤣
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Yes, I’ve experienced that feeling, it can be amazing or unsettling depending on the moment when one awakes. But also agree, let’s not overthink it 😉
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😀
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Love this, Paul!
❤
David
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David – many thanks indeed.
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🤗
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Possibly last night at 3 AM😄
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Aha! 🙂
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I was meditating only today on my late teens, when I was still able to be active in the world throughout the day (disability has long put paid to that capacity) and was a member of the per diem secretarial work force, sometimes on assignment to some of Boston’s most prestigious collegiate departments, others in business offices which had not moved premises or substantially altered their working methods for the entire two hundred years they’d been in business.
At the same time I was living in what can only be described as an extremely alternative household. The contrast created a lot of thought provoking comparison and contrast in this fledgling poet’s mind.
What was it, I asked myself, about the reality in which I worked ~ which was easily as chock full of human foibles as that in which I lived but seemed to me much less honest about it, in which I felt continuously made to be less-than (a youthful hardcore world class poet, to the intellectually opportunistic, is as fair a walking prey as she is among the denizens of our streets, but, again, less honestly so), as well as in which I was receiving a proportionally very unfair return for services which were, in addition, precluding those I am intended to offer my society from the heart ~ what was it about that environment which brought me back to it each day in a state of relative emotional complacency?
Answer:
It was easy. It was accepted. My best was not expected of me ~ in fact, it was resented by those who saw it as raising the bar. I could, as you have just so ably put it, sleep through it.
It was just too easy. All she wrote.
We just have to hope she’s gonna write some more, eh?
Much love to you, brother 💖🙋
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Wow, thank you for the very personal connection Ana, yes, the injustices of being overlooked, taken for granted, assumed to be just spirited youth! We’re always hoping you’ll write lots more.
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You’re too kind 🙏
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No, just stating the real 🙂
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You sweet thang 🤗
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🙂
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Great poem – left me thinking and pondering
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Wonderful
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