Category Archives: labyrinth

Stillness In Movement – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Movement

Video: Another short video of the top end of Margaret River where it crosses a road.



Stillness In Movement

Somnambulant gyrovagues aimless
across the strictures of the brave new world
ever longing for surprise
secretly desiring to be planted
with corner stores and Lucille Balls,
still parched and thirsting for the real,
will sitting make it so?
Is local a virtue that leads to
salvation by mortar?
The normatives of routine beg questions,
the toilet brush and carving knife speak
of uncertainties of future days
as genealogies turn to ash
while news bulletins are chalk to taste,
and all that long road of passion
is that now spent?
Did we climb that ideal hill satisfied at last?
In the rhythms of these labyrinthine days
there is a stillness in movement
a contemplative balance
as my steps rotate the earth.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Lighter – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See?



Unlike a maze, which is a cousin of the labyrinth, the labyrinth has one path in and the same path out. The maze is a puzzle to go through and solve, while the labyrinth is a trusted rhythm to be meditated or contemplated in while walking. Whereas you conquer a maze, the labyrinth enables you to self reflect.


The gentle rhythm
of this walking meditation
is a metaphor for life itself,
walking to my center,
and turning again,
each turn a momentary still point
for reflection,
and the middle a waiting,
a wrestling,
a letting go,
just the place to leave something
of self,
while the return journey
is always the lighter for it.

©Paul Vincent Cannon



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The Mindful Quest – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

RDP Wednesday – Quest


Labyrinth at Shoalwater Bay

“Awareness is the greatest agent for change.”  Matthieu Ricard



The Mindful Quest

There are places to go and places I’ve been,
and many worlds I’ve ever dreamed,
but none compare to the winding path
that leads to inner life and being,
to the eye a gentle path,
to the heart a formidable journey,
the mindful quest is the greatest quest of all.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




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Nature As Talisman

via Daily Prompt: Talisman


When I was in primary school one boy created a bit of discussion one day because he brought along a rabbits foot, and he explained that this was his lucky charm. I was bemused. I never had one, though I had some favourite things that were sentimental and had I lost them I would have felt out of kilter, but no talisman as such.

I have a book that belonged to my great uncle Davey who died near Arnhem, Netherlands, during WW2, it is somehow a connection to the past. It is a large book, written for adults but yet fits the description ‘ripping yarns’ a bit like the ‘Biggles’ stories for those who knew them. I had a fave knitted red t-shirt that I’d had for years, it had holes in it, fibreglass stains and etc. I still had it when I got married. Lyn threw it out while I was at work one day! We now ask before disposing 😂 I still have a bedside lamp that was modelled on the story and cartoon character ‘Noddy’, I might repair it one day, it’s sentimental. But really, if these were taken from me, I’d grieve a bit, but eventually I’d not miss them, after all they are merely material.


The labyrinth is for me a practice of meditation, but it is also a symbol of life, reflection and journey. It comes closest to talisman, as I would miss this if it were taken from me, it is important to my rhythm and balance, it is life giving.

But even more than that, the photo at the top, which shows a segment of Billyacatting Nature Reserve near Nungarin, was a regular haunt when I needed to meditate and take time out from long days of driving vast distances. Why is this a talisman? Well, because for me it is life giving and healing. I find natural spaces enable wholeness and awareness more readily than built environs. I come alive in the bush in ways I don’t or can’t in urban spaces. I’m certain I would go on living if I lived in a major city, one like Beijing or Tokyo, LA, London etc., but I wouldn’t thrive, I’d merely survive in such places. But give me the bush and time to walk it, soak it up, commune, meditate, and engage with it, and I am revived, refreshed, and whole. The bird song, the smell of the earth, the blossoms, eucalyptus and other smells, the visual feast, for me the bush, and all that constitutes it, is my Talisman.

What’s your talisman?



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Meditation: the static life

via Daily Prompt: Static


I really like and need meditation, I like its many forms too. Static mediation, sitting and focussing on breathing and being faithful to my mantra is my main form, and brings me joy. But another way of mediation I love is, as I have written before, is the use of the labyrinth, which can take any form or way you like. But no matter the form, the walking clearly isn’t static, and yet, the movement of the body acts like a mantra, it enables focus through rhythm. And so stasis, or the slowing of the inner self is possible. For me it is one of the greatest forms of prayer. It is mentioned in all the great traditions, and not least non-religion, and including Christianity, which surprises some, and is a point of dialogue and connection across beliefs. For me it is a greater connection with being and spirit, a sense of wholeness. It is said that meditation is a form of maturity in prayer, it is the setting aside of agendas and attending to awareness.

In the christian tradition, the antecendents of modern meditation are found in the lives of the desert fathers and mothers, those who formed commnities in the deserts of North Africa, the Middle East, and Syria. Their emphasis was on silnece, and contemplative prayer forms. I love the following quote from one abba Arsenius: “Why, words, did I let you get out? I have often been sorry that I have spoken, never that I have been silent.” which reminds me of Monty Python and a scene from the Holy Grail where God rails against the noise of “all those miserable psalms.” The point being that endless repetition without mindfulness dulls us.

I’m not sure where you’re at, or what you think of meditation, but what I do know is that the world could do with a bit more silence each day, a little more thought for the other, a little more engagement with becoming rather than just doing. A little more stasis would be good all round.



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