“Friendship is a sheltering tree.” Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Timeless Rapture Never was there a cathedral cappella holding such divine resonance, touching the earth beneath my feet, as one tenderly touches another's skin, with loving strokes that meld a rhythm, uncounted, and eagerly invited as each next breath sustains sublime surrender to the timeless rapture of forest song, offering us connection, bathing us with life. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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VJs Weekly Challenge – What could you talk about for thirty minutes without preparation?
“You throw the sand against the wind; and the wind blows it back again.” William Blake
To No Avail Any topic, eminently unqualified really, but keen to impress, well, maybe myself, so, what shall I speak, what can I say in this unbridled moment? I'm not sure and I sense that I can't gain a foothold on a lucid thought that might be coherent and I ponder and ponder, reframing my endeavour, to no avail can I form a meaningful sentence as my half hour slips by, and yet I know what I want to say but I cannot say it. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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“He who knows others is clever, he who knows himself has discernment.” Lao Tzu
The One Road I've often wondered as life goes on, if there are as many journeys as there are roads to take and, how does one discern a road when the road runs out and the map is somewhat confused? To love and be loved, to let go and to go, to know and not know, and to be less judging of the self, trusting the one road, the interior road that knows. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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VJs Weekly Challenge – Peripheral
“In any marginalised community, whether people identify themselves or not affects us all.” Ani DiFranco
Does It Always Have To Be? Does it always have to be, that there is an inner and then a fringe dissociated, yet desiring to be included, unable to make the cut, discounted, excluded, kept in view to taunt with visions of what they could have and be, a group that is worth the jealousy it presumes and the power it assumes that people are but pawns to exploit and money is the breath of life exclusive to the few, an ephemeral intimacy to worship and adore while standing on the sorrows of so many. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
VJs Weekly Challenge – I’m Bored
“Boredom is rage spread thin.” Paul Tillich
Awaiting When the monitor screen runs flat and everything is flavoured chalk, I bore holes in the universe to see what leaks down the strands of my mind, resisting the blind rut of ordinary days, those vanilla plays fritted to dust and, when the portal opens the river flows, like milk and honey as caramel as smiling stars and the gaze of a tangerine sun, the air electric with held breath awaiting the creative new. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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VJs Weekly Challenge – The Chase
“It is a special kind of homelessness to be evicted from your dreams.” Karen Russell
Sleep Chase At the day's long, dogged end, when all is quiet and no one stirs, my mind is reviewing Kepler and Kant, while fomenting creative innovations of all persuasions, unravelling a conundrum or two, and checking in on my mood, all the while, spinning, turning, sighing and yawning, fighting the sheets and blaming the pillow and every sound on the street so whispered to my awakeness, I can't miss a beat and, as the hours eke away I count all the sadistic sheep, endlessly, hopelessly, chasing down a memory of something called sleep. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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VJs Weekly Challenge – Nesting
“Where thou art, that is home.” Emily Dickinson
Imperfectly Perfect She takes the very strands of life and weaves them carefully to a harmonic of held space for everyone who arises, or ventures here of a warm welcome to the heart of the journey, enfolded in the energy of her love lived in collaborative purpose, that all may one day follow her weave, imperfectly perfect, with just a hint of gold thread and where there are no locks or chains. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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VJs Weekly Challenge – Snippets
“Maturity is a high price to pay for growing up.” Tom Stoppard
Such Fun Westerns on the telly, I pistol whipped my old man, but after the gun-fight, of course, melting in the Suez on P&O, armless beggars in Colombo, shark alarm off South Freo, dangerous creatures in straya, but we're all having fun mate peeing how far up the dunny wall? Chasing girls for curiosity's sake, mixing the books in the library and wagging boring school, dreaming of joining a rock band, idly playing a surf champ but really a clerk, no, labourer with bell bottoms and platform shoes, fumbles and kisses then a car of my own and the world was wide open. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Note: Australian usage – Old Man = dad; Freo = the city of Fremantle; straya = Australia; dunny = toilet; wagging = bunking off.
VJs Weekly Challenge – Describe but don’t reveal
“Controllers, abusers, and manipulative people don’t question themselves.” Darlene Ouimet
Fiction Diablo, unlabelled, even when labels seem apparent, the friend who is an enemy, who is transparent only with lies and manipulative smoke that mirrors for the observant a path of broken glass hearts, twisted into a sculpture of sticky dark love like bitter treacle on the tentacles of lost hope, you stood apart from everything and denied everyone who you really are, and sucked the life out of all who trusted your pain and felt for your narrative fiction as if it were their own child. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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“The first sign of corruption in a society that is still alive is that the end justifies the means.” Georges Bernanos
True Scammers Mendicants, tramps and vagabonds, but not the one's you imagine or see, instead, the one's you pay for who rob you with glee, the one's in the penthouse, the mansion or three, who prey on the orphans and widows and me, the one's with forked tongues and a bible of lies, who hold morals like sewer rats or scandalous flies, who star in movies where the poor die as glorious martyrs for the victims of privilege whose wealth barely gets them by on a thousand a day. The truest scam is not Nigerian or emailed around, the truest of is entirely voted and approved by us all. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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