“Creativity is piercing the mundane to find the marvellous.” Bill Moyers
Soul Time The normal way of things, steeped in long learned pathologies that blind us to any possibility of spark, melts away in the soul time of sitting in tall grass, or by river's edge, as we once again dive deep into the fundament of wonder and joy, and just sit in awe of the mystery of life erupting all around us without one jot of help from anyone. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Korean cooking, restaurants, and delivery foods
poet and author of The Light in the Cave
A place to freely express emotions and ideas.
Home of Democracy Jones
Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Welcome to poetry and poetic imagery
📍enthusiasm runs the world
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