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Wherever We Are – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Portable – Word of the Day

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Wherever We are

Sometimes
when we hold closely to
a pressing darkness
we surrender to an emptiness
a quagmire of despair
that is an implosion of hope
and yet,
the very thing we hold
at our centre
is the lightness of light
that is always wherever we are
as gift to the world.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Oneness – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See? – Willow Poetry

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Oneness

The empyrean realm,
that meeting of
divine and other,
the fundament of love
which transcends
the ache of power
for unity,
that debris
of history,
to a selfless
creative
oneness.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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Bathe – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poetics – Water, Water Everywhere

Taken in 2018 at the end of winter, the upper section of the Margaret River as it crosses a road.

 

Bathe

She purifies
as she runs down my body
in rivulets unprescribed
by orthodoxy
unconfined by any
but her own ancient
ways of caress
that runs deeply
through my
dry soul.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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Arche – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Open Link Night 240

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Arche

The days were wonderfully broken
as joy overwhelmed
the ellipses of confusion
that threatened to interrupt
with no conscience as to feelings for
the things we could not give voice to
and which made us faint with such love
for the very numinous
we could sing
or even dance
but never speak
in a language yet known,
and all around us
the air was on fire.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Note: the word Arche (αρχη) originates in ancient Greece and speaks to the question of what might be the ultimate underlying substance, what is the first principle, but which is also undemonstrable?  (there’s a lot more to it than that of course but that’s essentially the idea). Anaximander is thought to the the first to use it. Anaximander’s student Anaximenes came up with a theory that posited that air was the first principle because it was possible for rarified air to become fire and therefore could become all five elements, meaning that this was the underlying substance.

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Misplaced – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

What Do You See? – Willow Poetry

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“Theologians may quarrel, but the mystics of the world speak the same language.”  
Meister Eckhart

 

Misplaced

A medieval babel
we built the cloister as if to reach heaven,
high and lofty
grand as a statement of our
misplaced devotion,
realising too late
that there is nothing big enough to catch,
let alone contain,
that which we call God
who dwells in much humbler
less rational cathedrals.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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She Floated – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Poetics – dVerse Poets – Madis-Gras-Mambo

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She Floated

Lent descended like a leaden dove
all sombre and accusing
but she beat the holy feast
to the shriving box
before the bell had ceased,
absolved she floated home
to clean out the pantry
of expectations,
sorrows,
and maybes,
there was never much there
but there was less now
as she devoured the old
making way for tomorrows,
dancing for all she was worth
and, though there’d be ash,
she’d transcended the pain
going all the way to ascension.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Miscellany Of Seasons – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

dVerse Poets – Poets Pub

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Photo: Borannup Forest, an autumnal hue.

 

The Miscellany Of Seasons

I sat in the sun
as summer gave way to autumn while
I listened to the earth’s perambulation
as Solomon waxed lyrical
about all manner of things binary,
I drifted off at some point
becoming more aware of
how things blend and meld
how discontinuity and dissonance
are ever turning in my days
and how perennial experience can be
in the cycles of life,
most especially when we think we’re done
with all of that stuff,
I was struck by the miscellany of seasons
and how nature turns up
without Gregorian appointment
in a kairosian space
where all is awakening
and where peace with everything
is never too late.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Note: Καιρος (Kairos) is a Greek word from ancient times that carries the meaning of opportune time, more specifically in Jewish and Christian thinking it carries the meaning of God’s timing. I have bent the word to make kairosian.

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Everything – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“He who does not answer the questions has passed the test.”  Franz Kafka

 

Everything

No words came,
just silence in the presence
was enough,
nothing was fixed,
but everything fell away.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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So Simple – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Revelation – Word of the Day

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Photo: Orchid at Talgomine Reserve, winter 2018.

 

“Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.”  Ovid

 

So Simple

So simple really, that
in the delicate unfolding
of an innocent bud,
all is revealed,
all is satisfied,
all can be known,
if your gaze is kind.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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The Nature Of Brown Mugs – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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The Nature Of Brown Mugs

I took my tea in a brown mug,
having decided against the blue,
the brown intimated something,
it’s the nature of brown,
speaking in more earthy ways,
with a mantle of wisdom to imbibe.
As I nursed the mug
nestled in my palms,
I listened to its
inaudible voice,
inviting me to a
more contemplative stance,
unhurried,
patiently waiting,
appreciating,
noticing,
feeling,
loving,
when I finally rose,
I stood differently in that place.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

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