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Always A Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Transition – V.J’S Weekly Challenge #29

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“Life is a transition.” Lailah Gifty Akita

 

Always A Moment

There is no point,
at which to turn,
though, to be fair,
there’s always a moment to savour,
like that last morsel of a sumptuous meal,
dripping with exquisite jus,
it is collected to the body memory,
and which shall be revisited,
ever seeking,
longing to repeat such divinity.
But life itself is a constant turning,
like the constellations,
seemingly fixed,
yet ever moving,
so too the apparent points of our lives,
and yet we cage life,
that we might take command of it,
failing at every turn,
as the universe smiles,
at our innocence,
ever mischievously flinging detritus in our paths.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

 

Paul, pvcann.com

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The Transition

Fragrant – Tuesday Photo Prompt

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The gentle fragrance of the winter bloom of Acacia, lovely to see these Wattle trees signalling the coming end to winter and the arrival of the southern spring.

 

Rain moistened soil
wattle trees glorious
gestation of hope

©Paul Cannon

 

Paul,

pvcann.com

 

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You Give Me Fervour

Fervour – Word of the Day

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When the bush comes alive it is with fervour! The colour is rich and varied, the smell is glorious, the hum of insects and the sound of birds is divine. We are currently in winter here, this was taken a few years ago in spring in the eastern wheatbelt after the rains had been the best for a number of years. Hoping the rains are good this year so that we get a repeat of these wildflowers.

Seasons come and go, in order, and generally predictable. But our personal inner seasons are nothing like that. I’ve had long internal winters which have given rise to colourful, intense springs of growth. I’ve had long summers of basking in joy and contentment. I’ve had autumns where transition and change have prepared me body, mind and soul for new experiences. They never come in order, they are never fixed in duration, they are unpredictable. If they were, then life would be dull.

Our inner seasons are indicative of our lived reality, the stuff of relationships, love, joy, pain. It is the complexity of body, mind and soul as a receptor of a multiplicity of experiences. It is gift and loss. It is the giddyness of aspiration, and the sober nature of graft and heft. It is our senses open and engaged. None are negative. Winter is essential, a season of withdrawing, waiting, refreshing, washing, grieving gives way to spring. Winter waters spring. As we befriend our inner winters, we become wiser, integrated, stronger for the journey. Without rain there is no blossom, no juice. As we rejoice in our summers we store up memories that give back to us over a lifetime. Each season is lived and embodied, a respository of awareness. Nothing is lost. Each one gives me fervour, fervour for life, love and purpose.

Currently I’m in an autumnal time of reflection and revision and I’m seeking that next step into spring. I wonder where you are at?

dark clouds surround 
the rain falls inside of me
cherry blossom glows

©Paul Cannon

Paul,

pvcann.com

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