“You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean.” Alan Watts
And What Now? Time, what a beautiful intersection, crossroad of divine encounter - what happens now? An irrational search for the superstition of reason or immersion in breathing, pathway to dreamworlds, opportunities of discovery extending forward into the world by vulnerability, and what now, do I fall in love? Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Be the flow.” Jay-Z
Joining The Flow The long ache that desires to flow into the sea of subconscious tides, a weightless journey being carried on the back of sighs, breathless, with expectation in a long storied epic of being born a fish on land who discovers the dream, written long ago, where thoughts give way to feeling, and all fish are one. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.” Boris Pasternak
Moving On I was feeling for the edge as the morning warmed, dancing to the gentle sound we no longer know, the thing we should hold on to, broken into lines, which is never considered, the shadow of freedom, interrupting the illusion to reveal something. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“The greatness of a community is most accurately measured by the compassionate actions of its members.” Coretta Scott King
What Would That World Look Like? I wonder, often what a softer world would be like, where no one needed a suburban fortress or to defend their gender choices, to be free live their skin wherever, and hold a view without it being fundamental to not sitting together, being free of geographical mindedness, stepping out of claustrophobic profiles and poisonous ideological immaturities. What if we held each other like a new born, or trusted each other like a first kiss, took a risk on the adventure of discovering the stranger we are in other's eyes, living beyond the certainties of knowing, to look into another and begin to see life, refusing to avoid the words of neighbours, instead, listening to the novellas of journey, sharing the narratives of uncertainty, feeling the depth of their pain. What would that world look like? Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“At night, when the sky is full of stars and the sea is still, you get the wonderful sensation that you are floating in space.” Natalie Wood
By Heart Tonight I'm travelling lightly, no dusty roads or city lights for me, I'm going by the stars, those sages of illumination, patrons of all perigrinati desiring navigation sans maps beyond the mundane, upwards, floating with imagination, ever lifted by joy, immersed in the meaning experienced by hearts. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“Withhold admiration from a narcissist and be disliked. Give it and be treated with indifference.” Mason Cooley
The Shattered Dream When it all just sits unmoving, like a clog of hair in a drain, and no amount of hoping will move it or restore the flow, knowing that when something is broken beyond repair, it cannot be put back together as you once dreamed it would, in that child's wistful eye, the mountain of dysfunction that will never be surmounted, leaving us all waiting for the moment that will never come. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.” Greta Gabo
That Immanence Thing All at once the world came in, I felt it, the bird's feathers touched my soul, it offered such a sublime, electric song which made me tremble and surrender my fragile breath in a ripe sigh, for the idea of the thing, an unknown held as a jealous secret, now echoing through my body like rich magenta solace gently brushed in generous strokes. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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At dVerse Ingrid is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about a vision or a dream or both.
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“Harmony exists no less in difference than in likeness ….” Margaret Fuller
Behind My Eyes Behind my eyes a restful view the shimmer of the sun silver on languid rippled waves slowly rolling in a sea of hearts turned towards a unitive beat a yearning for the good of the one beside or next to that one without any objectification a mass of connection felt underneath my skin an inexplicable drawing, wanting, somehow knowing, a desire between all towards a love for all without question or presumption at once, possible futures erupting salvific networks of belonging that linger in waking somewhere in the background the sound of water caressing a gentle shore. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“I watched the seagulls, I thought, that’s the road to take.” Nikos Kazantzakis
I Ran Too I was lost in this day, it all moved so beautifully, to breathe, to see, taste, feel it all, first the tree then the waters edge where the joggers ran past, running and running, until they took feather, soaring over the glistening water, and I ran too. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
“Remember the past, and that there is a future.” Deborah Harkness
Souvenirs Memories, days mantled by feelings of breathless anticipation, the constant desire for something, anything, to happen, the spark of the next thing, at the very least a sense of movement delaying atrophy, warding off any wound to the exponential revolution that whelmed a generation into action, now located in opulent coffee-table books and undergrad courses, documentaries, all taming towards a collective amnesia, but even now the germ of its energy rises from below, the subvenire of a hope held in words, songs, art, waiting for us to attach enough significance to them they might be forever held. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️ Note: Subvenire is the Latin original for the French souvenir (to remember) and carries the meaning to come from below.
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
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In the times i needed most, I WAS ALONE. Real life stories through my life that hopefully can enspire someone struggling.
Words from Angela.
My original blog got too big. Time to downsize.
Serving The Family Caregiver
Videos and Music with Subliminal Joy affirmation meditation
Everything Organic
Poetry and Flash Fiction
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