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“Where is the life we have lost in living.” TS Eliot (Chorusses From The Rock)
The Big Self On reflection, we seem to have lost sight of ourselves, not the i want little me, always so ready to claim the little wants of a little life with over confident entitlement, so clearly parading the days, not the scared self resisting all the axial moments, not the oppressed self sold as slave to the shallow end, no, the big self, the sacred self, the connected self, the welcoming self, the creative self, the compassionate self, the self that transcends all cheap pretentions of a lily gilded, where are they? Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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so difficult to keep track of the many selves when so many are vying for attention.
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Yes, so busy, noisy.
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A million dollars question, Paul!
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The big self is so easy to lose among all the other competing selves, our own and other people’s.
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Yes, it’s easy to drown at the moment so much noise.
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They turned into editors
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Ha, that is too true.
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Too true – wonderful poem
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